2011: A Destiny With Deja vu
“It should not, however, be supposed that the fair vision of far greater wealth and comfort ever more widely shared, which had entranced the people of the United States, had nothing behind it but delusion and market frenzy. Never before had such immense quantities of goods of all kinds been produced, shared, and exchanged in any society. There is in fact no limit to the benefits which human beings may bestow upon one another by the highest exertion of their diligence and skill. This splendid manifestation had been shattered and cast down by vain imaginative processes and greed of gain which far outstripped the great achievement itself.”(Winston S. Churchill “The Gathering Storm.” 1948)
My fellow Americans, why do you suppose we seldom learn from the sins of our mothers and fathers? Are we so intrinsically inept that our best efforts are often lost within meeting our immediate needs? Readers, I’ve laid bare my soul of sorted trappings in many previous displays; therefore I turn my grindstone to the voters who promote leaders we entrust to know better than us, but first, a little Proverb for “the people.”
Without knowledge even zeal is not good; and he who acts hastily, blunders.
A man's own folly upsets his way, but his heart is resentful against the LORD.
Wealth adds many friends, but the friend of the poor man deserts him.
Many curry favor with a noble; all are friends of the man who has something to give.
And my personal favorite;
Luxury is not befitting a fool; much less should a slave rule over princes. (Proverbs 19:2-10)
It goes without saying that most of us are those fools whom we think we know better on how to govern our lives. Let’s set aside shallow popularity contests for a moment, do you really believe you were cut from clothe smarter than those whom you put before you? Recognizing the possibilities of independent genius, few are the gifted who determine for themselves the life they will live. For the rest of society, there is a struggle of lesser abilities cloaked in egalitarian want. “I want to own my own home, my own car and to be paid a fair day’s wages regardless of my skill set.” Familiar anyone? Though offense is wholly unavoidable with this subject, America as a Wal-Mart society is experiencing this very serious social problem.
American’s whine because migrants will work for ludicrous wages doing job’s we purportedly will not do. American’s whine because healthcare is too expensive and the government should step in and MAKE it more affordable. American’s whine because our taxes just went up whatever percentage you wish to plug in, thus the offset of extended healthcare yet made no more affordable. When do American’s put the call out that we are an ignorant brand of people, foisting our pride of citizenship and due processes as cover for our national idiot-acracy? Not to leave myself out side of this finger pointing party, rather we are guilty of ineptitude or we are guilty of not taking serious the changes that need to take place. Honestly, I have to raise my hands among both crowds. I possess neither the education, nor the fortitude to displace officials for whom I loath. Albeit I am still young, therefore by diligent learning, debating and social networking, I may have a future among the lowliest of office holders. How about the blue collar bandits, white collar criminals and union communist? Aside from political posturing, what true contributions have been administered through the endless efforts of material gain? America is resplendent with wealth, power and the possibility of fame. American is also fraught with inhabitants who vote for those who promise to give, give and give some more, only thereby taking from achievers. Excellent metaphors, brilliant anecdotes and wise old adages are wasted breath to society’s flagrant takers.
It matters not that Rome fell because of the collective and not by the horde of wealthy few. Rome collapsed upon the weight of feeding its hungry instead of telling the masses to plow fields, learn trades and serve themselves. No, indeed the hubris of Caesar prevailed, as is the hubris of our modern democracy hell bent on dictating our education, modes of transportation, living quarters, sexual preferences, economic stability, religious outlook, vacation planning and most recently whom our enemies are.
It is equally interesting that the huddled masses didn’t capsize cities over Alex Rodriguez signing his $33 million dollar a year baseball contract, but American’s sure started showing up by the bus load to AIG executive’s homes when their salaries and bonuses were made public knowledge. You the fans live in or near poverty levels and yet you congregate in mass communion over some steroid induced ball player. You honestly think you are fit to dictate political process? Let’s not investigate the total team incomes of professional sports brands; surely they are not bankrupting the taxpayers. Yankee stadium is nothing like the Roman Coliseum…keep feeding yourself that mantra, its serving you well. By all means, stay on the government doll, do not seek out your own prosperity, do not instill moral character in your children, and especially do not focus on hard work…after all, that’s for greedy Republican’s. Lastly, PLEASE do not seek knowledge outside of mainstream media, it will prove fatal to your intellectual health.
To my “One world, one religion friends,” our futures are set; they have been set before we were born. We are merely waiting for the next chapter…
“The voice from the telescreen was still pouring forth its tale of prisoners and booty and slaughter, but the shouting outside had died down a little. The waiters were turning back to their work. One of them approached with the gin bottle. Winston, sitting in a blissful dream, paid no attention as his glass was filled up. He was not running or cheering any longer. He was back in the Ministry of Love, with everything forgiven, his soul white as snow. He was in the public dock, confessing everything, implicating everybody. He was walking down the white-tiled corridor, with the feeling of walking in sunlight, and an armed guard at his back. The long-hoped-for bullet was entering his brain.
He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark mustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.” (George Orwell – “1984”)
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