It’s the conciliation of all fanatical nutlamps from highbrow lobbyists to hyper-Christian schoolmarms, to anarchists, to jihadists, to the-busybodies-for-black-squirrel-rights, to the prez of these disunited states of liars & thieves against the disenfranchised we-the-people that have us on the bus to Mordor in the first place; book burners are somewhere @ the top of that list as well…& not for better but for worse. The human mind has the ability to process information and make good decisions based on the practice of assimilation of ideas and living through mistakes, etc. By wrapping chains around everything offensive to cats with big hats and their nuns with bigger guns, & all pious sorts with even bigger guilt born of fear and loathing ~~ dire in need of joy & celebration of hard work and festive play, we’re planting seeds of war & poverty and pieces of a pie far too high in the sky for anyman &/or any child to feel a tangible connection to it anymore. Sleep is a more realistic way to dream. & it’s so cool out here on the wings.
Why did Creation provide the best hearts with the ability to fashion tools to hunt and gather and present themselves in fine local hand-woven garment in order to please the ladies and feed the babies, but then, as the antithesis/the destructor, provide the worst hearts with the ability to fashion tools to hunt & take & destroy and resent [& covet] themselves while in the finest fabrics gold & silver can imagine in order to chasten the ladies and sell-out their babies while usurping the entire miracle for themselves and themselves alone…until there’s very little left to covet yet no appeasement to the need?
This country (my country & yours for the most part) is called the land of the free, home of the brave. Not too shabby. But when have we actually lived up to it? I know for a fact we do in small groups around a good campfire; or outside the occasional bar when one pair of fists stand-up for the righteous cause of the late night hour; or when one lone soul takes to walking streets otherwise off-limits to the timid just to see what all the hubbub is really about; or around a good talk circle outside of dormitories @ the colleges of your choice; or when a uniformed officer turns down a dark alley where a shot has been fired; or in foxholes looking at each other and asking ‘why’ while still doing what is ordered and holding on to a sense of honor born of ignorance and fire and pure guts; or when a woman (every woman) who knowingly goes into labor…knowingly goes into labor.
But we will stand by and watch it all get pissed-away and we’ll call it a sorrow or a pity or a biblical guarantee…& those who caused it out of greed and self-loathing won’t even realize the loss…like you or I will. Well…, maybe [in the very end] they will.
