5.31.2006

The True Democracy Struggle

All some people have to fight for justice with is stones. Just look at the situation in Chile. Those countries where people are offered other methods sometimes forget about the desperado equality that makes their leisure possible. It is students with rocks and an ideal who hold the power of freedom, not governments racing off to fight wars against shadowy enemies so vague soldiers shoot civilians out of sheer confusion of who is the enemy and who is not. A nine year old girl, mentioning that she believed there would be a bomb could have been helping to harbor terrorists. Now her family is dead, seemingly massacred by marines seeking vengeance for a fallen comrade. Natural, considering that is what war truly is. A primal yearning for revenge, for wrongs to be righted by brute force, as it has always been righted ever since the first human grabbed a stick and threw it at another human being. I hate to believe that's all people are capable of, but since when has the noblest of ideas, or the sickest and most demented of them been enforced and protected by loving each other? Love is inclusive, it would require embracing an enemy, accepting the differances in beliefs. But nobody ever does that, do we? When have you ever run up and hugged the bully? Who would kiss the leper at school, or even give them a smile at lunch or move over and offer them a place to sit. And that 's all that's required. I know from firsthand experiance that even that little thing would have been tremendous for me. But it wasn't ever going to happen, because in the end, humans are nothing but divisive little monkeys trying to guard their precious fruit. One day, perhaps, things will change. But that day is too far in the future to be seen in my lifetime, and I am too young to remember any president before Clinton. Try to make it happen sooner than that folks. That's all I have to say for myself on this day.


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Lobolius, The Roman Wolf

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Long ago a wolf did howl in the day, as a river flowed and the ocean called. But the wolf lay down by another shore, and then became a tree.