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Those that
would disenfranchise, those that would hold me back. Those that would
sing an empty hymn of bread and circuses to the masses. Democracy
they hold up as the ideal. And yet it is such a bastardised version
of a political system where "majority rules" and those that do not fit
that outfit are left high and dry by the expediencies of the rulers in
one form or another. For the weak must be protected, and self interest
holds sway here. For I am weak in this society, I do not fit the
shape that "they" would mold me into. The brutality that would be
inflicted upon me I would wish on no one. And so I would fight, and
win, or fight and lose, but I would not bow to those who would oppress
me. But protect me, and I would give my all.
There is no strength in numbers if you have not the will to wield that which you control. "Power to the People" they cry. But do they diserve it? For when the "People" control the power they are just, if not more, destructive than totalitarian rulers. For at least a dictator does claim that he is there for the benefit of the common man, or woman if you will. Crush me, beat me, turn me out alone into the cold. Just do not tell me it is for my own good. |
