I had a nightmare…
The whole world went crazy, and I was the only one who saw it.
Our own government blew up some buildings, killing 3,000 people in a single day, in broad daylight, on video, in front of the whole world. Everybody saw it, but we were supposed to pretend that we didn’t see. They blamed a group of foreigners from some backward little country who couldn’t possibly have done anything like that, but people just want to believe what they want to believe.
Then they used the event as an excuse to start a couple of wars, killed over a million people, maimed and displaced countless others, completely destroyed one of the world’s most ancient cultures and stole their natural resources.
All in the name of “protecting our interests.” Not that they had any intention of sharing the pillage. That all went to a handful of people who are already too fat, to be used against us.
And everyone cheered, as though this would somehow benefit us. The house slaves. When the master is rich, we say “we be rich,” even though we know that he will never share it. Rather than recognizing that we have more in common with the field hands than the master, everyone defends the masters right to abuse.
How could they get away with something so horrific? They do it all the time. That’s what made this country so strong. Like the institution of slavery – most people honestly believed that it was good and just and moral, and the rest shrugged and said, “that’s just the way it is.” There’s no point in arguing with the economic basis of life itself. Might-makes-right has always been the only real law. Big people get what they want, and little people take what they get.
The only difference today is that they’re big enough and strong enough and stupid enough to destroy everything, including themselves.
And then I woke up and wished that I had someone in real life who had a brain.
(Sorry to hijack your thread. I just couldn't stop. Loneliness comes in many forms.)