The Many
The enemy of peace is the middle.
Traditionally, we think the enemy of peace is the left or right.
But to think that way, you have to be either on the left or the right.
You’ve had to make a choice.
You’ve had to participate in life.
However, people who have decided to stand with the left or the right are substantially fewer in number compared to those who sit in the middle.
The tapestry, or better, the quilt blanket, which humanity turns out to be, is mainly constructed of threadbare fabric.
Fabric that just gets the job done and no more.
The bright, sparkly bits, the sequence, the gold and silver fringe, and the rainbow of colors are all at the edges.
Humanity is a majority dull wet blanket.
Humanity doesn’t want to participate in its future.
It doesn’t want to honor its past.
Humanity just wants to exist.
It wants to be left alone.
Period.
Humanity doesn’t want to make choices.
It doesn’t want to know what’s bad, what’s good, what’s new, what’s old.
Humanity doesn’t want to fight evil, hate, anger, prejudice, racism, or fascism.
Humanity, the many, couldn't care less about freedom, justice, and truth.
The many.
That is the many who do not care until it kicks them in their ass.
When they personally have lost their jobs, their orgasm, their favorite TV show, their freedom.
Then the many care.
That’s the reason why Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto lamented the attack on Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941, when he said, “I fear all we have done is to awaken a sleeping giant and fill him with a terrible resolve.”
It has been understood for thousands of years, by some of us, that humanity, at its core, is a dumb, sleeping giant, content with knowing nothing and doing nothing.
But if made angry, the sleeping giant will awaken and smash everything, including both the good and the bad.
That’s what we are up against: those warriors of the light, wanting a better world for all.
The right, the fascists, the nihilists woke the sleeping giant, gave the giant a red hat, and promised it could go back to sleep once America was great again.
The giant with the red hat is now confused.
The giant with the red hat was made a promise that it could feed on the blood of Democrats.
But the boy who gave them their red hats has told them, “Never mind, it was all a dream.”
All a dream…
The giant with the red hat is still angry.
The giant with the red hat still wants the blood it was promised.
What will the giant with the red hat, the many, do now?
Go back to sleep?
Or smash?
Peace
Daniel J Frey aka Toby