Something for all (even anarchrists)
Posted: 11/2/2003, 1:03 am
There is something to the notion that one cannot simply tell people in backward nations to assume a democratic reality overnight and expect it to work. If anything it will fail. Unfortunately the nucleus of freedom includes the element of self-realization and struggle. A “taught” or “imposed” freedom tends to defeat the purpose, especially when it comes to the auspices of democracy. A uniform desire must exist amongst a population for the populist goal of a unique freedom. If not then it will breed immediate dissention upon even the mere acquisition of its possibility.
What happened do you suppose? When did we become so disconnected from reality, from the world? When did it become possible to have the appearance of freedom on television represent finality in a country half way around the world so much so that we consider everything in that country to be on the road to glorious recovery? When did we purchase this limited, impatient mindset of ours?
I am a hypocrite; I make no excuse and expect no one to think differently. I was born and raised in a society that is permeated with hypocrisy. The denial of such truth is our greatest asset. Our very existence is proof of the immense power of denial. I am just as guilty of it as the next person. It is such a state that can allow for the kind of easy mass manipulation that defeats the pride of our emancipation. We practically beg to be manipulated simply because we are too lazy to realize that it is a very real and very destructive possibility. I have been pondering the reality of freedom these past few days, perplexed by our defense of it despite the fact that we are prisoners of a manufactured freedom. The definition of the word itself cannot be applied to us, nor our national constructs. We are far too removed en mass from our right to shape government to pretend that we are the masters of our own destiny. When less than 50% of the voting population actually votes you have to know that something is very wrong indeed.
And yet here we are. Sitting atop the highest heights, casually looking down at those struggling to attain altitude, either condemning their climbing technique or aiding them in return for the contents of their canteens.
If only, as history has repeatedly shown, we weren’t unknowingly sitting atop a volcano would we remain masters of this universe for all-time. Denial, our fondest bedfellow, fogs our realization with pleasantries enough to dupe the sharpest of minds, making the mountain just a mountain, not some sleeping firestorm that is counting down our destruction from within.
Denial, friends, is the worst sort of hate. From it springs horrors unimaginable.
Matthew Good
The anarchrists would like this one, but being a anti-american policy, and leftist, i also enjoyed it
What happened do you suppose? When did we become so disconnected from reality, from the world? When did it become possible to have the appearance of freedom on television represent finality in a country half way around the world so much so that we consider everything in that country to be on the road to glorious recovery? When did we purchase this limited, impatient mindset of ours?
I am a hypocrite; I make no excuse and expect no one to think differently. I was born and raised in a society that is permeated with hypocrisy. The denial of such truth is our greatest asset. Our very existence is proof of the immense power of denial. I am just as guilty of it as the next person. It is such a state that can allow for the kind of easy mass manipulation that defeats the pride of our emancipation. We practically beg to be manipulated simply because we are too lazy to realize that it is a very real and very destructive possibility. I have been pondering the reality of freedom these past few days, perplexed by our defense of it despite the fact that we are prisoners of a manufactured freedom. The definition of the word itself cannot be applied to us, nor our national constructs. We are far too removed en mass from our right to shape government to pretend that we are the masters of our own destiny. When less than 50% of the voting population actually votes you have to know that something is very wrong indeed.
And yet here we are. Sitting atop the highest heights, casually looking down at those struggling to attain altitude, either condemning their climbing technique or aiding them in return for the contents of their canteens.
If only, as history has repeatedly shown, we weren’t unknowingly sitting atop a volcano would we remain masters of this universe for all-time. Denial, our fondest bedfellow, fogs our realization with pleasantries enough to dupe the sharpest of minds, making the mountain just a mountain, not some sleeping firestorm that is counting down our destruction from within.
Denial, friends, is the worst sort of hate. From it springs horrors unimaginable.
Matthew Good
The anarchrists would like this one, but being a anti-american policy, and leftist, i also enjoyed it