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Pendulums



I learned a very important lesson in high school from a very wise history teacher.

When the pendulum of politics stops moving, freedom is sacrificed, fear rules, and all human will is snuffed out.

I stopped blogging years ago - intentionally. The internet is the extension of the mass of congealed ego and self importance. It is the nature of human beings to place themselves at the centre of the universe, and the interent is essentially a controllable universe by an out of control generation. However small we have become in the mass of technology, our ego has grown exponentially in proportion.

In essence, I have very little to say that is of importance, and so do most people. We are out of control. We are but a speck on the fabric communication.

That is until, we allow the pendulum of politics to stop.

We then become something incredibly sinister and disgusting to the human pallet. We become impotent. The horror of allowing human beings to cease all motion is that we all become unified in the sin of fallen nature. We allow the powerful to corrupt and control the masses. Human beings have an infinite number of choices, but none two are more poignant. Unite as one under the banner of ego, or put to death selfishness and unite under the banner of freedom, love, and justice.

I do not believe the human race in its current state is capable of the latter.

Corporate control has poisoned the most powerful nation in the planet. It is but a dying old fool who gives away the birth right to the wrong son. The lying son. The son that would destroy.

These corporations have meticulously exploited democracy, and while they sit and wait for the massive pendulum to slow down so they can rob and pillage, we must sit and watch that we never allow our freedom to be taken from us, no matter who may threaten it - old political friends, or new ones. The freedom to choose justice and love must always trump those who would choose selfishness and ego.

I'm not going to be silent anymore.

Comments

briantheross said…
To the young R to the E the B, to the E the L. Never give up, just rip up.

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