Friday, February 10, 2012

Gold and Glory

With new debates igniting new passions, songs and discourse pledging dreams and promises of a future with glory lined with a border of gold. With this season where in this democracy we drawn lines between ourselves to show friend in thought from within the chaos. Binding together hands in partnership with either the selective past to guide them or marching to a steady beat of the drummer boy with a manifesto held above them. Each yelling towards the other, each claiming righteousness with God or inside decaying inked lines. Each quick to blame, each quick to boast its authority as absolute. Inside the noise of men speaking with generalities seeming to promise the world, promise glory and gold with out knowing or without desire to achieve either. Or worse...
With words of dripping with the honey and nectar of the gods. Worms of men often speak the loudest when given the opportunity. We have developed a nasty little habit that we collective have come to enjoy secretly...
We mark the boxes next to names based upon unfounded reasons of promises of glory and gold. When the so named fail to produce promised bounties, we pout, moan, complain that someone has to fix the system. We have fallen in love, we have dark fantasies of wanting and hoping for the stated glory and gold to fall from sky as if divine love should pour from the heavens...
Over two hundred years and some of those years came with glory and others with gold. Apathy has taken the place of rolled up sleeves and sloth has replaced sanctity. Loyalty to images of poorly drawn mammals lead the discussions and lead the hearts of so many to claim righteousness. Now we expect the glory and gold to fill the empty vaults of our souls.
Secretly I wait for the ghosts of the Blues and Greens from centuries buried to come to us and show us how to riot...Nike!
To those that speak for the sounds of God I ask that you truly see freedom as the basis of any true understanding of any knowledge. Freedom is not defined by you, freedom is beyond papers, beyond courts, police and wars. Freedom of thought must be, for truth if forced into the hands and bodies of others is no more then tyranny. Rule under the auspices of theocracy, we will learn that there will be no end to the tyranny that would rain from the hands of the “righteous”.
To those that speak idealism of individualized freedom being above all the most important. With actions and fervor that rival that of religious zealots your actions would lead to tyranny no different than that of a theocratic totalitarian regime. Your prophets speak to claim total freedom of one the freedom of another is and must be willingly sacrificed. You speak of freedom but only as defined by your own hands and how it would be applied is questionable. World free from not a world with freedom.
Freedom to be is no more than that. Defining ones self against the backdrop of society is every ones personal journey. Searching for that metaphorical spot in which all us must fit is a nice ethos to help us cope with the disturbing unfairness of mother nature and human kind.
Be not weak...things may be good. They must be better... (Saxon)

We have an opportunity coming soon to us. Soon we will have the noise calmed and the torrents of oceans of opinions will be stilled for one day. On that day think of glory and gold, think of what and how it was promised to you. By which price it will demand. Gold and glory do not come from idle hands only asked to move once every four years to define the destiny of a country. Blues and Greens once rioted and held an empire hostage. They demanded gold and glory, they failed when glory and gold was a price to steep to pay their greed guided them to fools and follies. They asked for accountability from a Emperor almost a thousands years after the Brutus. It was too late. When do we begin to ask for our leaders to represent us. A thousand years when our Republic has turned from its founding as a place of freedom to theocratic, totalitarian, failure. Will we end up as the Blues and Greens? Slaughtered by the thousands, humbled with a new respect for the chains that encircled them completely. They bowed at the Emperors feet. But for four days an Empire stood free from Emperor.
Think to which you ask your fellows to stand and be counted for you in the halls of our government. Do they to their own whims serve? Do they to their own ideals be slaves?

My voice will not be silent, nor will I be silenced by sword or cell, threats or chains the choice to be, is all that freedom can afford.

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