After reading Andrea’s last post (Thank you, Andrea) …
and looking at the film…& reading the 37 some-odd remarks on the blog…& just letting all that garbage-in stew & simmer inside my skull for a while, it feels, personally, as if it all comes down to this…garbage-out:
Why is it that all throughout history, …down to the smallest rings inside the oldest trees, the most fascist, supremacist, my-way-or-the-highway, burn-witch-burn, as I pound my holy bejeweled scepter against the granite…I pronounce you into the flames! fckheaded and crepuscular azzhalfed bastids ALWAYS occupy the largest, widest, densest, thickest, most inflexible and indissoluble armored platforms of notion, holding that they are the majority while more than half of the collective citizenry completely disapprove? & all this while groups of the brightest and most inspired ladies & gentlemen of knowledge and wherewithal stand-by in muted abstinence of turbulent clamor?
What a stupid-azzed design for a planet of beings.
What possible ends justify these morose means?
Who was it that said, “Give me LIBERTY or give me death!”?
It’s been so long ago since inspired discussions of that sort of history,
I can’t fckn remember. So I looked it up and read Patrick Henry’s speech again. It’s a great speech but, taken out of context of the days of much littler guns and stuff, it can be twisted and skewed, as with anything else moot, into meaning we are presently in a good war…or, the opposite of that even: That the middle east is in a good war. NEITHER is my point, certainly. Patrick Henry was speaking on behalf of Americans on the verge of chains in the hands of their legislators. &, like the aforementioned helix, we look to be coming back around again. But for the people to take musket and blade to the streets of DC and begin their freedoms’ ring iz just too…well, way beyond silly. We really have come full circle again & again and so much more so now…where the scholar, the best-meant intellectual of benevolent bearing needs to finally build a stronger, more rock-solid, platform on which to stand, arm-in-arm with sisters & brothers, …in the great halls of liberty’s light;
…or slowly watch her/his people slip into one kind of slavery or another.
