A fairy tale

There was a place, filled with transportees, adventurers, heathens, and pinch of the devout seeking solace.  Its existence grew into an idea that the individual had more promise than the group, but the group was the strength behind the promise.  Ideas started gaining support in many individuals with clout, and when the time was ripe, those ideas were codified for future generations.  The idea that Government was solely for the defense of the people,  not the master of the people was paramount in that code.

Like any ideology,  over time, usually only a generation or two, the ideas become polluted, corrupted, twisted by those with ‘ideas of their own’.  Four score and seven’ years later, one of those with ideas of their own managed to twist key elements of the code to begin its downfall.  Men and boys fought, not for the institution they have been slandered of, but the on key to keeping the power out of the hands of a few; the individual rights of states, vs the all encompassing MIGHT of a STATE.  (A simple check of older texts will show those that had interest in maintainung said institution were exempted from serving in the CSA, putting lie to the slander of those that fought and died. Newer texts are being manipulated for a false narrative. )

Along comes a Spider, one with tentacles for legs and a poison that smells of promise.  A power grab made in the dead if night following rules adopted by a chosen few.  With one signature and a complicit media, the death of an idea was brokered. The ball started rolling downhill.  Within half a decade, the tune of the world was set for massive wars with no clear victories and a culling of the bloodlines most likely to resist when the veil was no longer worn.  Endless wars with no decisive goals, constant needling of rules of engagement by those that had never recieved more than a papercut, and an industry built around them to derive profit from the culling of the aggressive.  A world of sheep was being engineered for the inheritors of the grand design began in 1860.

Enter the 21st century,,,  The grand design is faltering.  One Marxist based country after another are faltering, failed, or imploding.  The design needs new blood, more power and more money.  The veil is coming off,  but its too soon for the inheritors to collect.   Buildings must fall and a giant awakened, but awakened in chains so the inheritors can guide it.  “We have to pass it to see whats inside” and the herd of sheep said ‘ok’.  One more big war to clean the stalls of agressive rats that would infect the sheep within.  A war with goalpost that moved erratically and in scope.  And industry added new tools for the inheritors: handheld technology far exceeding their wildest dreams that would allow them instant access to the sheep, and controls only dreamed about.  Fear becomes a tool, and fear had to be nurtured, harbored and ready to be fanned into flame on a moments notice.  New fears need to be fabricated and embedded as old fears fade in effect.

But the inheritors are weak.  Generations of inbreeding, decades of echo-chamber educations, and isolation from the power base have eroded the foundations of the manipulated code they ride upon.  Their perceived reality is an illusion they built on a world stage, and now the facades are cracked and chipping.  The real world winds blow hard through the marbled halls and the gilt flutters away exposing the mud plaster beneath. 

The idea of the individual is still in the place, and like any great idea, can not be killed, only subdued for a time.  Percieved aggressiveness was not culled, only withdrawn from prying eyes.  Human nature, the one thing the inheritors thought they could change, is the one thing that can only changed by its creator, never its own.  Human nature is to survive at all costs, and when the cost is minor, the appearance of change occurs.  But when the cost is high, that illusion evaporates quickly.  A snarl of rage appears on a normally benign face.  The placid hands turn into claws reaching for the tools of destruction, and the calm mind becomes white hot jet of rightousness. 

Lies will fight exposure to the light. Truth will welcome it.

And this ball of rock and water continues its path around a star wandering in a galactic arm.