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. ST3, A-E
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Sample text from the essay's Part 4: Who Would Have Made It So In The Tipping Point Of Amerika's Declining Liberty and Freedoms?
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Who did whom?

The shorter odds, devoutly to have been wished, would have been on the governing doing the governed; then, the governed doing back.   

“Didn't I tell you, Don Quixote, sir, to turn back, for they were not armies you were going to attack, but flocks of sheep?”  Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra 

The governing were bright enough not to have taken the sizzle and the steak, so there would have been platitudes, placations, posturing, pitchmen, poster people, perfidy, and prey coming right at you and at you.  Whereas, the governed wouldn’t have been aware enough anymore to head for a better place than where they were before the taking or thereabouts; therewith, retreat would have been the least resistant path to the lesser evil.  A higher order of governance than from memory of experience could have been sought, but not without creedal certitude; follow the leader required a leader to follow. 

It would have seemed that it was the governing’s to lose, wouldn’t it?   

Pitchfork reckoned that a despot successful in the short term had legs to carry him into the long term and that a despot unsuccessful in the short term had no long term.  Pitchfork 

The governing were more organized than The-Contemptuous’ notion of the ‘pitchforks’; the governing reeked of self-righteous and delusional superiority; the governing reckoned their days unnumbered once past the tipping point; the governing were prone to grin, gloat, smirk, snigger, smug – not smile – they grinned, gloated, smirked, sniggered, smugged. Happy, happy. 

“It [the Cheshire Cat] vanished quite slowly, beginning with the end of the tail, and ending with the grin, which remained some time after the rest of it had gone.”  Lewis Carroll (pseudo. Charles Lutwidge Dodgson) 

Yes, The-Corrupter and his law-and-order-crippling, capitalism-killing cronies knew that getting away with murder and more meant not getting caught.  Ariba.  Ariba. 

“A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear. The traitor is the plague.”  Marcus Tullius Cicero 

Amerika = People divided by . . .

Divisions of Amerikan society and culture boded poorly for tipping descent, written large on the national psyche.  Could you have heard them?  ‘It’s Mexicans.’  ‘Those Freemasons, again.’  ‘Brokers, how vulgar.’  ‘The obese, yeesh.’   ‘Marxist-Leninists, you knew they were coming.’  ‘Unions, the Devil’s doing.’  ‘The left-handed – hate those guys.’  None of the above?  Several of the above?  The like?   

Divided as Amerikans had been made out to have represented, those social and cultural factions, fissures, and fractious, fractured fractions separately could not have prevailed against coercive forces of immoral and virtuless governance. 

“Divide and rule, the politician cries; unite and lead, is watchword of the wise.”  Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 

Divided Amerikans could sum or succumb.  What would have summed them?  Could it have been a monumental money mess?  Having veered way off a fundamental moral course?  Feared or felt assault on individual survival, freedom, and well-being?  Something else?  Additive?  A collected outrage? 

Hold on there, remember:  time was not on the side of the governing, by choice and by circumstance.  Tick, tock, tick, tock. 

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