The Global Code by Clotaire Rapaille
Let’s make this short. Terrible book. Badly written. Factually incorrect. Ideologically extremely retrogressive. Total waste of photons.
I couldn’t even finish it, and that is saying a lot. I can power through a lot of bad writing, but I had to give up on this one.
I should have known something was up from the back cover praise from someone who claims to be “Leader of the Knights of Malta”—the most famous group of aristo-cons of all time!
This book is nearly impossible to read, let alone comment on. The English text is incomprehensible (perhaps it is translated from original French?), and the arguments—to the degree that they can be interpreted—are illogical. In hundreds of pages of assertions about global history, politics, economics, and biography, there are three, count ‘em, three footnotes. Sigh.
By the way, “If you don’t believe [his views], you’re probably reading the wrong book.” Facts and logic are for peasants, the natural leaders will tell you what to think. This is not any kind of rational argument, scientific or otherwise. It is pure ideological fantasy.
Rapaille is described by some as using “brain science”, though he himself describes his method as basically free form ethnography, informed by a random selection of old masters, starting with Karl Jung. This methodology is, of course, rubbish, and his theoretical framework is pure poppycock. But he dresses nicely, and tells millionaires how brilliant they are, so he is considered a genius.
If you are looking to understand the global society and economics, don’t try to read this book. It is chock-a-block with misinformation, hype, and unsupported opinion. I should moderate my condemnation: for the most part, it is just random words thrown together. It’s not even wrong.
The basic idea is clear enough, though. Rapaille rhapsodizes about a small wealthy elite who live offshore from everywhere, fly incessantly, and, according to him “are shaping, structuring and promoting a new set of values.” (p.15) Not only that but our spaceship Earth needs a pilot. This “new species of humans” (!) will “guide the world’s future, taking us all where we want to go and should go”. (p. 28)
(We’ve always suspected that Donald Trump might not be a Homo Sapiens…)
This group is important, he claims (without evidence) that “people watch the Global Tribe”, “how they dress, what restaurants they go to, what kinds of cars they buy.” (p. 34) (He’s in the marketing game–snob appeal isn’t exactly a new idea there). Furthermore, finds this latter day aristocracy organized as, well, an aristocratic court, and like the ancien régime, they define “which music, sports, fashion, and recreation” are “acceptable”.
The mask comes off when tells us that this globe trotting “tribe” has “no ideology”, which is why they are the natural “pilots” for spaceship Earth. His “tribe” fly constantly (yielding preposterous carbon footprints), they pay no taxes, and don’t even live where their passport says—they are major freeloaders. They demand open borders—for the rich and their money, if not for refugees.
These aristos loathe “uncertainty”, such as democratic elections, functioning judicial systems, a free press, and, gasp, “disorderly” mass movements. These non-ideologs know that “Equality is Dead” (p. 240) and “Democracy is Dead” (p. 241). Their (non ideological) favorite hangouts are offshore city states such as Singapore and Dubai–famous for authoritarian rule and slavery.
You get the picture. Rapaille is unabashed nostalgia for the Eighteenth century trans border aristocracy, before all those rubbishy democratic and nationalist revolutions ruined everything. His admiration for authoritarian strong men is, well, purely and simply fascist. It is the very definition of fascist.
This nothing more or less that the ideology of aristocratic privilege (“private law”). We overthrew this nonsense in the eighteenth, nineteenth, and twentieth century, at immense cost, and producing great benefit. We know it doesn’t work. What kind of idiot would think that is the way forward?
As with many ideologs, he is proud to claim the badge of “politically incorrect”. Actually, he’s just “incorrect”. (He’s also bonkers.)
I’ve wasted enough pixels, already. It’s awful. Forget it.
- Clotaire Rapaille, The Global Code, New York, St. Martin’s Presss, 2015.
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