Press on regardless, but know the realities working against you.
by , 08-22-2012 at 11:51 AM (1499 Views)
Just this morning I read the statement, "The need to educate yourself has never been greater." True. However...
The need may be never greater, but there are seemingly still inadequate numbers who see it. A nation that could put a man like Obama into office as well as the likes of Pelosi, Boxer, Frank, and on down the litany of the tyrant's lapdogs would seem to be frighteningly and dangerously lost.
That so many would go for another four of the same moves reality uncomfortably close to proof positive of it.
A great plurality of people do not want freedom because it demands too much of them. You need to understand this.
Too much courage.
Too much ethics.
Too much responsibility.
Too much effort.
Such people want someone else to do for them that from which they timidly shrink away as so many cowards, thieves, and functional imbeciles whose rank stupidity is self-imposed such that no amount of truth will shake it loose from the iron grasp of their tightly closed and blindly grasping minds.
Protect me, even though all it amounts to is a minimally plausible illusion of safety. I do not mind letting you disarm me because I wither from the responsibility of protecting myself and I fear my fellows far too intensely to trust them to be armed. I KNOW you would never do anything to harm me and that your boot is on our necks for our own good. This is the poltroon's rationalization of his cowardly willingness to allow the rights of others be trampled for the sake of his false sense of safety.
Educate my children, even if it means they grow up dopier than boiled turnips; the tacit creed of those too self-absorbed to love their own children ENOUGH to see to it first hand they grow to their fullest, freest, and most healthy potential. Most of them are too lazy to so much as show up at parent-teacher meetings. How might a rationally intelligent man expect more from such persons?
Bail me out when I do rankly stupid things with my money and investments; a catechism of those demanding the right to freely act without responsibility for their choices.
Entertain me so I will not have think, for it is too taxing; the mantra of the lazy.
Take by force that which my smarter and more industrious neighbors earned that I, too, may be "prosperous"; a result for which I am unwilling to put in the required effort. The world owes this to me because I am so special; because I am entitled to receive all that I want courtesy of the toil and sweat of the brows of others. Especially then, for the best things in life are "free".
There are so many people like this that I fear we are fallen beyond retrieval. Redemption may well be out of reach for us because those in power know the buttons to push. They have refined this art into almost a pure science and the evidence for this is the success they enjoy. Just imagine this truth: the people of the USA or with few exceptions whatever other nation you care to name, get the exact same game of 3-card Monty played on then over and over again and it works like a charm every single time!
I suspect that the combination of adroitly developed political methods and the stupefaction of vast swaths of the population have served the elite better than even their wildest fantasies could have dished up for them. You have to hand to these people for their devious creativity, discipline, and single-minded drive to see this agenda to its end.
Even an enemy must be given his due credit and respect.
Press on regardless because all hope is not yet lost. Even so, the alternative is surrender to the masters; an existence far worse than death so far as I can see. Just keep in mind some of these realities - not to alter your path forward, for the assumption of success should drive your every act - but to temper your expectations in the event the great mob of brain-tired nitwits prevails by simple virtue of its freakishly overwhelming size, which would not surprise me terribly, however disappointing it might otherwise be.




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