15 Moreover if thy brother shall trespass against thee, go and tell him his fault between thee and him alone: if he shall hear thee, thou hast gained thy brother.
16 But if he will not hear thee, then take with thee one or two more, that in the mouth of two or three witnesses every word may be established.
17 And if he shall neglect to hear them, tell it unto the church: but if he neglect to hear the church, let him be unto thee as an heathen man and a publican.
[King James Version (KJV)]
Consider me an old fashioned fool, but, somewhere deep down, I’ve always truly believed that all my countrymen (and women) were my brothers, and sisters. Maybe it stems from a near-lifetime of repeating those words every school morning, come rain or sun or hail or bomb scares, or maybe it’s the result of a childhood that viciously stressed on equal treatment for equal people, or maybe I *am* stuck in 2006, back when believing such a thing was still a safe thing to do – regardless of why, I used to believe that.
[Yes, I am aware how incestuous that makes the World, but, well, think of the Egyptians.]
Today, it feels like it’s all just a big joke that someone forgot to let us in on..
Anyway, in a nation that deems it preferable to torture and murder their own flesh and blood in the name of honor, I guess it isn’t really much safer being considered family.
Whatever is, is. The beauty of a/the moment is that it is always changeable, and you never have to stay anywhere for long.
That being said, how do you change the mentality of an entire nation that is literally too worried about unpayable loans and starvation to care much for anything else..? Even if it is the constitutionally guaranteed freedom to life..
And, with every day, with every senseless murder, with every brutal assault, every botched up investigation, and every corrupt politician let off, every case of custodial death, and torture, and every piece of shoddy, depraved, sensationalized reporting, I wait for the people to notice. I wait for the angry roar of the sleeping giant that is the masses; wait for them to wake up and scream: ENOUGH!
But, with every day, I begin to believe that nothing can wake this giant. Not even rivers of blood.
And, we are all swimming in them, you know.
And, we shall drown in them.
But, that’s morbid enough. And, it isn’t why I came here.
I came here to say that enough is enough. And that the craziness needs to stop.
Consider yourselves warned.
And, keep in mind, dear brothers and sisters..
The cornered don’t react well to threats.