"Having His Say," a Story of a Righteous Man in the Time of Fake Democracy
We can blow off steam but we can very rarely stop the Big $ developers from getting their way, except if we make an egalitarian revolution
Below is a leaflet I passed out to a neighborhood meeting called by my city government to let people blow off steam and complain about a Big $ development that they don’t like but which will get built anyway because we live in a dictatorship of the rich and not a genuine democracy.
To my readers who have been around for a while, I suspect you have been to a few meetings like the one in the story below and have experienced the anger that Toby Beckwith experienced. All I can say is that “Having His Say” says it all. Enjoy.
For the record, I paid for the right to publish this many years ago.
Recalling the immortal words of Joe Hill before he was executed for a murder he did not commit: "don' mourn; organize."
Where are all the Toby Beckwicks in this godforsaken World? The Bellwether's, the male castrated sheep , the lone crier's of the nite. Laden with a heavy bronze bell, shackled around his neck, he's calling out to anyone who will hear .. Follow me, and I will lead you out of this fog ridden murky bog that they have driven us into. Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah...................
But nobody is listening. The wolves have driven them all into the Bottom Lands. A horrible place where where the ground is continually wet, where the heavy mist never seems to rise. Where every noise is amplified by the water laden air. It plays so well into the wolves predatory game. Anyone heard complaining will be quickly culled from the herd. therefore for the sheep:
SILENCE IS COMPLICITY
IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH*
FREEDOM IS SLAVERY*
and for the Wolves ........WAR is PEACE*
But how did this countryside become so overridden with Sheep? It was once a land filled with men who toiled the fields, raised and produced everything they needed to survive.
Whom along with their faithful and enterprising women raised their families in harmony with Nature and God. But all that has changed and certainly not for the better.
Today, the fleece cutters come in to shear the herd almost daily in their greedy desire to take every last strand of wool. The Ewes, the female sheep have been taught for generations now to hate the
Rams for reasons that they themselves cannot even remember. And because they alone can produce the lambs ,that are either sold off or butchered, they feel like they are being treated better at the hands of their owners . Why rock the boat when we are in stormy waters, they think.
But there are truly many Bellwether's amongst us.,..
you'll surely find John Spritzler handing out his 'Let's remove the rich from power' stickers'.
Providing his immensely knowledgable and finely articulated posts on his PDRBoston .Org website. And many other people like myself who are not afraid of being the 'Lone Voice in the Darkness' .... To lay out our cards on the table for others to view..... to wear our Hearts on our sleeve in plain sight for others to see.
And if I was present at that Town Hall meeting with Toby Beckwick, I would of stood up in solidarity with him and John Spritzler and applauded him and all he stands for.... and continued standing and applauding till the entire room joined us.... Just to show the wolves of society that even though they have taken all our 'wool'... they cannot take out Pride and Spirit from us.
Just saying ,. .Bah, Bah, Bah
* from the book 1984 by George Orwell
who also said
"Until they become conscious they will
never rebel, and until they have rebelled they
cannot become conscious"
God Help Us All