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🇱🇧🇮🇱⚡️- "The disarmament of Hezbollah is not one of the objectives of the IDF’s fighting in Lebanon at this stage." - IDF.

"We are not looking to defeat our enemies at this stage" is a hell of an admission to make

The Grand Pasta-Colander Ideology

The Colander is the Subject, an Individual, and the holes are the Void of the Soul, the Lack, the manque-â-être. There is this act of filling itself with water—the pouring with things like entertainment, art, nationality, memories, sexuality, theories, knowledge, etc. We keep pouring, compulsively, finding a dark satisfaction in the very act of failing to hold it all. That surplus enjoyment is jouissance. But the colander just keeps leaking, and one is never truly satisfied. The leak is the insistence of lack; what tears at it, what returns when the pasta fails to hold, is the Real. So one tries to fill it with pasta, meaning permanent ideas, such are narratives (even "permanent" narratives are structurally unstable), myths, ideologies (including this one), habits, memories. One keeps convincing himself that this time the filling will surely work, but it is a delusion, the méconnaissance. Some pasta shapes help the water flow, some doesn't. Some pasta, the Master-Signifier claims to explain it all. Fantasy doesn’t promise a full colander; it drafts the scenario that makes the leaking bearable. Within it, you chase a particular shape of pasta that seems to promise wholeness. But that promise is a mirage. What actually drives the chase is the suction of the holes themselves—the objet petit a, the void that sets desire in motion. Slavoj Žižek explains the object petit a in relation to the MacGuffin in the films of Alfred Hitchcock: "The McGuffin is clearly the objet petit a, a gap in the centre of the symbolic order – the lack, the void of the Real setting in motion the symbolic movement of interpretation, a pure semblance of the Mystery to be explained, interpreted."
But at some point the pasta swells and cogs everything, becomes dogmas, and the person becomes rigid, struggles to fill itself and filter out water. One feels fulfilled, but isn't. He is sick. But note that in Lacanian terms, it's not the ideology you hold that's sickening; it's the fantasy of fullness and the refusal of the void.
Considering the Russian idiom вешать лапшу на уши (hanging pasta on the ears), when a person is told bullshit, they can even get all that sticky pasta inside the colander immediately.
Stirring pasta is when you stir narratives, even entirely flipping them over. When narratives sit still, they harden into dogma. Stirring keeps the discourse fluid. The water can finally restart flowing through. So in a way the void is necessary because it allows the individual to be what a human is meant to be, and not someone stagnated, who stops learning, is depressed, bitter, stubborn, obessed etc.