November Seventh: Our Small Rebellion

Another couple of years has come and gone, and We the People have had quite a time, haven’t we? We’ve been misled, misinformed, and misrepresented. We’ve been abused, had supplies we’d grown to rely on take greater strain on our already debt-filled pockets.

We’ve condemned a man that we put in office, for doing the heartless, militaristic things that we knew he would.

We’ve ignored a floundering war and the deaths of our sons and brothers in favor of political scandal and questions of decency, nevermind that there has been nothing moral or decent about this government since this selfsame war began.

The current administration is playing We the People like a nation of puppets, fighting amongst ourselves and tangling our strings over trivial matters and stubbornly avoiding the big questions, because those questions have no pleasant or easy answers.

However, as unpleasant as this may be, this stubborn ignorance and irresponsible behavior has gone on long enough. We, yes, We The People have allowed the administration to grow unchecked through three generations. And yes, as We The People, the responsibility for this malignant institution and its actions falls squarely upon our shoulders. It is our own creation, and thus, it is our cross to bear.

But fear not! For I do not come to condemn but instead speak of a way in which even the laziest citizen, the most fearful of conflict, even the most apathetic of us can make amends by bringing this power-hungry political machine to a crashing halt.

Our forefathers, those ingenious giants of political ideal, our country’s distant Golden Moment, gave us this Seventh of November, that we might share our opinion peacefully, in mass and in force, before our government could hoard too much power, if it’s not already too late.

This day, coupled with our 1st Amendment, is the simplest way We The People can remind our government who they work for.

Did I lose anyone, there? Let me reiterate: this is not a process of choosing our next John, of picking a new bully to push us around; this is a job application before us, where we choose the best employee available. We’ve gotten some good, hard workers in the past, some employees of the month, but we’ve also hired a number of shitcans, haven’t we?

If you don’t like, or don’t trust any of the names on your ballot, fear not: it’s to be expected. The day I trust a political figure is the day I grab my ankles for anyone on the street. However, even picking from a nest of spiders, we needn’t choose one with blood on its mind.

Obviously, looking at the election of our Boy King, the voting process is not what it used to be. Be that as it may, if we do not vote, if we do not put forth the effort for even this small act of rebellion, we are essentially facing our next disease-ridden John with shit-eating grins, willfully submitting to a stranger.

In that case, we might as well go the extra mile and begin referring to ourselves as BITCH.

We take this weight willingly upon ourselves. Knowing that, I cannot see how We The People would knowingly take on a greater burden than they could bear. I have faith that you, or at least most of you, will have enough freedom of thought to choose the right man (or woman), regardless of party lines or peer pressure.

On the other hand, perhaps I’m giving you too much credit…maybe you’ve already forgotten how to rebel.

I guess we’ll find out at the polls.