How We Play Chess: version Well, We Had Really Better Be Getting On With It, Then

 

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So, you’ll probably be needing a look here to move forward.

How We Play Chess : You Don’t Wanna Trade Queens With Me

If you are not a chess hound, trust me, it doesn’t matter.

It’s only the metaphor we’ll be needing.

So if the Queen is the target, of course, this switches everything.

And if you are still thinking about her buzzing around the chessboard, if you are still thinking about her at all, you have missed it entirely.

Who should we really be focusing on?

The most powerful character has not lost any power; she can still move all around, do everything she could always do, but by simply

changing our aim

as in crosshairs, as in focusing on the actual threat, we have completely shifted the balance of power where it really counts, in the first place one should always look in any battle, any confrontation, any war. The King is shit. The king is a figurehead.

Is there such a thing as a Crown Coup?

No, of course not.

There are military coups.

Band of Blood Brothers with weapons and secrets and power that they very much like and very much intend to keep. They are not a democratic organization. They are not elected by the people. They are not swayed by popular opinion. They do not care what the public thinks. What in the fuck does an elected official matter to them?

Well, I suppose it could make for a good

TARGET?

Speaking of chess, of course.

So fuck the King. He’s a brilliant distraction but the queen has the weapons so keep your fucking focus.

Speaking of chess, of course.

So keep your mind where one must keep one’s mind in a battle, and if this is not a battle please, do tell me what the fuck it is?

And look, for those who have seen too much, who live with the guilt of knowing they plowed the fields for death to be sown and blood to be grown you must not retreat from the word battle, because you know they won’t. War as some know it, war as some have seen it, not like it is in the news, or the movies, but inside the true necrophilia buffet that war actually is, how could those who have seen that not pull back from words like battle? Words like war?

Well, there is no word like war, is there?

Speaking of chess, of course.

Unfortunately, it’s a war we’ve got and it’s a war we’re losing. The moral question isn’t whether to admit it, the moral question isn’t whether to fight, the only question is the means.

It’s a bit late for conscientious objection. I’ll take the conscientious, we’ll definitely be needing that. NIL MAGNUM NISI BONUM is our creed.

“Be ye as innocent as doves and as cunning as vipers,” I think someone said a couple of thousand years ago, or something.

So no sidelining. You’re already in this, already fighting valiantly, and now we’re here and we’re fighting a powerful, nimble, fire-breathing bitch.

One doesn’t fight fire with fire. One doesn’t fight fire by screaming “FIRE” although battle cries are necessary. One fights fire with water. Or something like that.

Speaking of chess, of course.

Now, back to the focus. Which is not the queen, not at first, not yet. She is not in space. She is on a board and there is not a single square she can not occupy. So we know all that. That’s cursory for now.

It is who suddenly becomes the biggest threat to the queen that is fascinating. How a board you think you know so well can shift immediately, simply by a change in an aim. An incremental one at that, because the King was always a scarecrow, a distraction. Everyone knows that, but the rule is that the king is the target. The rule is that the king is the aim.

Except the superseding rule is there are no fucking rules.

Speaking of chess, of course.

I mean, are you kidding me? Rules? How very quaint.

And so now the rule is the queen is the aim. No divided loyalties anymore. No crossed purposes. No scarecrows. Just the same board with the same pieces and a more narrow aim. The right aim.

Suddenly everything is different. The balance of power is toppled. Now suddenly the biggest threat on the board, the biggest threat to the queen –  prideful power behind the throne; that weaponized, murdering, destructive bitch – is a bunch of stupid fucking weakling

pawns

Speaking of chess, of course.

 

 

 

 

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