The tipping point in Amerika’s declining liberty and freedoms?   

American Pitchfork Manifesto: Tipping Point on the Road to Amarabia?

A Fictional Retrospective From the Great Beyond

By Pitchfork © 2009-2010
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Freely quote with attribution

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From: Tipping Point on the Road to Amarabia?: A Fictional Retrospective From the Great Beyond, An Introductory Poem. ST5, A-E

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Sample text from the essay's Part 5: What Would Have Been Made It - The Tipping Point Of Amerika's Declining Liberty and Freedoms?
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Came together

How confrontational would have become the madding crowd? 

Confrontation, conflict could have ranged from the passivity of votive candles in sanctuary to blood-running revolution in the streets. 

Amerikans were not deferred gratifiers.  Fear and threat have not ever been for peaceful, protracted contemplation.  Conflict of whatever sort would not have been between groups of the governed principally, except for local uprisings, but rather between the governing and the governed, The Man and most folks on the big stuff bigtime. 

What of the tipping? 

Depended.  Depended on how fast the tipping.  Depended on how far the tipping.  Depended on means and methods.  Depended on things sure.  Depended on things unsure.  Depended on the unforeseen and unforeseeable.  Depended. 

A crucial concern:  terms and conditions, that was, whose terms and conditions.  Turbulence abounded.  One matter would not have been in conflict: there would be winners and losers. 

The scorecard to follow did not meddle with having sifted simplifications into serial sorts of things or other obscurities, though such was life in the moment. 

Pitchfork looked at them one at a time. 

Depended on how fast the tipping 

If ‘patty-cake, patty-cake, baker man’ was to have been the theme of get-togethers and, later, ‘let’s do lunch,’ then, no matter how many reveled at rebellion, the self-satisfaction from having participated in the party-going had better to have been satisfaction enough.  Manic monsters dedicated to destroying capitalism and the rest of the American Way could have shut and shuttered their windows while they worked it out.  Party on. 

If change would have gone the way you hoped, wanted, and expected, then it'd work out swell, right?  Underprepared was always an option and, to an extent, a given philosophically and pragmatically. 

There was no 'just add water' way to convey what was not known and why its pursuit was worthy; time at the granite knee of life experience was perilously, painfully personal.  You have had to have been there.  You had to pay attention to what you were doing; you had to pay attention to what was being done to you.  You had to pay.  It was a dangerous world, and you were in its midst.  Pitchfork 

Lest it had been forgotten:  Thomas Hobbes’ Leviathan had reach; this had not been just about federal government, it had been about all government and broadly defined at that.  Power's corruption wasn't a perverse pervasion peculiar to national government, be it having been borne there as with all others of monopoly interest and ignorant disinterest.  Caldron's of corruption simmered in the complicit and the culpable guilds, authorities, and associations having claimed jurisdiction over you right on down to your own backyard.  So many claimed so many pieces of you. 

Lacking the Framer’s dynamic, competitive tensions of governance, balances of power not only failed between the governing and the governed, but also between branches of the governing.  Pitchfork 

Favor: governing.  

Would there have been a benefit to patriotic parties?  Sure, if the party-goers:  got on with it; put ‘em to good use; made more of ‘em than speeches, sing-alongs, and soft drinks.  Else, what was there to celebrate – that you hadn’t yet lost it all to menacing mediocrity?  That you could tolerate tyranny so far?  Goody, goody for you?

"’Mediocrity’ doesn't mean average intelligence, it means an average intelligence that resents and envies its betters.”  Ayn Rand 

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