Yet another beat down. I’ve been fighting to get my point across forever. It’s so damn maddening to keep getting dismissed by people that should give a damn about the criminal madness of oppression that the corrupt government is imposing on us all, and don’t. Big industrial companies literally get away with murder at our expense without any real account of their responsibility. Not only are they not held accountable for screwing us up, they’re rewarded! People not only seem to not know the magnitude of this, most outright deny it, and nobody seems to care!! Now my friends and family don’t want to hear it anymore, and this most recent argument has found me literally beat up by these people assembled down at the green. They said, “All lives matter.” I said, “I don’t think so.” The next thing I know is this pressure on my chest and shoulders. Through muffled complaint came the blow on the head which left me ringing and bleeding on the curb.
The crowd moved away in disregard. They must have felt like the point had been made. They moved on to continue the demonstration of animated pressure persuasion and provocation. Feeling dismissed and definitely beat down, I angrily, furiously, contemplated the concept of wether or not the whole damn world had gone insane!!
I got the ominous feeling I was being watched. Looking up I saw a worn man and an equally worn woman addressing me with a look of concern. It was noticeably non threatening. He asked me if I was okay. I was, and said so, but I was damn mad! “Is everybody in this society god damn sheep, or what!? How can they all be so blind to ignore that we’re being lead into an abyss by greedy, corrupt, no good, government crooks!?” The overseer never blinked. He calmly stated words that cut through me with the exactitude of truth. I could feel the inside of my chest expand and lighten up. Hope overcame anger/dread in a moment.
He said, “Every organized social institution is weaponized against the people. Accept this and you will transcend it. If you embrace this with the honor code, of being compassionate of and of service to those you meet, you will be okay. You will heal, and so will those about you.”
With that he reached down, and gave me a hand up.