Mitra-Muscat you are Far-Right and wrong

 

From private vulnerability to ideological capture to overt far-right alignment

 

The case of Mitra is not merely a family tragedy. It is a textbook example of how grief, betrayal, and personal weakness can be alchemized into ideological capture, culminating in open sympathy for fascism. It demonstrates how a private wound can be transfigured into a public banner for authoritarianism, and why vigilance against such descents is essential.

 

From Grief to Betrayal

The death of Soheil should have been a moment of solemn remembrance and loyalty to blood. Instead, Mitra’s response was a betrayal. Within barely two years of his passing, she had entangled herself with dubious outsiders, flaunting attachments that placed strangers above kin. The charge levelled at her in 2015 was clear: shame, disloyalty, and a blindness so deep that even maternal love was sacrificed.

That betrayal was not simply a lapse in judgment. It was the opening of a wound through which manipulation could pour.

 

The Machinery of Capture

No one stumbles into fascism by accident. It requires reinforcement, manipulation, and a network willing to poison the vulnerable. Mitra’s circle—Muscat, Nika, Simin, Angela and other parasites—became the conduits of this ideological infection. What they offered was not healing, but conspiracy. What they provided was not strength, but poison sugarcoated as clarity.

Propaganda thrives on the weak-minded and the wounded. A grieving mother became a vector. Shame turned into projection, grief into resentment, and betrayal into the foundation of a new identity. The transformation was not private; it was systemic.

 

Fascism on Display

Fast-forward a decade, and the mask is gone. Mitra’s Facebook feed is a billboard for the far-right: “Better to be Far Right than Far Wrong.” Nationalist memes, anti-Palestinian mockery, and pseudo-patriotic sloganeering now define her public persona.

This is no longer private grief; it is ideological enlistment. She has graduated from being a passive consumer of reactionary narratives to an active transmitter, an amplifier of fascist aesthetics. The same woman who once betrayed blood now betrays truth and justice, broadcasting poison to anyone willing to listen.

 

The Fascist Psychology

Her descent illustrates the pathology of fascist capture:

• Projection: She blames others for the corruption that she herself embodies.
• Certainty: Fascism offers her an escape from ambiguity — a black-and-white world where she can pretend to stand with the “strong.”
• Belonging: The far-right aesthetic gives her a tribe to replace the kin she betrayed.
• Aesthetic intoxication: Memes and slogans cloak cruelty in the language of order, nobility, and purity.

This is not conviction. It is cowardice masquerading as strength.

 

Why It Matters

Mitra’s story is not unique. It is emblematic of how fascism recruits: through the vulnerable, the resentful, the betrayed and betraying. It demonstrates how private wounds can be weaponized into public alignment, how shame can be transmuted into propaganda.

To analysts, this is a case study in radicalization. To those who once trusted her, it is confirmation of what was foreseen long ago: she was not just misguided, but captured.

 

Conclusion: From Pawn to Propagandist

The woman who once abandoned her blood for strangers has now abandoned truth for fascism. Her trajectory — from private vulnerability to ideological capture to overt far-right alignment — is a warning. Fascism does not announce itself with jackboots at the door. It creeps in through grief, shame, and betrayal, until one day, the private wound has become a meme, a slogan, a Facebook share.

Mitra has become not just a cautionary tale but an example of how fascism festers in the personal and erupts in the political. She is no longer merely a victim of capture—she is its transmitter.

Update: Within hours of my publishing this post, Mitra’s Facebook wall was abruptly closed. Let me be clear: this is not Mitra acting on her own initiative. She has never had the technical know-how to lock down her Facebook profile in this way. This is Muscat’s hand at work—silencing, tightening control, and reacting defensively the moment his influence is exposed to daylight. The closure of her wall is not a sign of her independence but the opposite: proof that her digital presence is being managed and manipulated by others. In law, this is called undue influence.

 

 

05/11/2015, 11:40

 

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