THE CENTURION CHRONICLE
Vol. III – Issue #32 – Oct. 2008
GIVE ME YOUR FRIGHTENED SHEEP YEARNING TO BE SAFE
(never mind Lady Liberty….she’s too….scary!)
Listening to, and watching, the way folks are reacting to various career-type politicians putting on their dog-and-pony campaign shows, convinces me more than ever that we have, for the most part, truly become a nation of sheep.
Sheep, so frightened by the thought they might have to fend for themselves, might have to face some big bad wolves, might have to exercise their brains, might have no kind shepherds (both two and four-legged) to keep them from getting lost in the thickets of life, that they’re willing to suspend their disbelief buttons, and follow any slick political pied-piper who promises them, not just bread and butter, but, above all, safety!
So, they huddle in trembling flocks of “demographics”, bleating piteously to be saved from the unknown rigors of freedom, and the uncertainties of life.
And, lo, there cometh always some who are more than happy to calm their fears, to sooth their anxieties, to make grand promises that not only won’t, but, knowingly, can’t be kept. These are the smiling political charlatans, who by some alchemical form of word-magic, cajole, persuade, and sway them into voluntary indentured servitude. A servitude of everlasting shearing of whatever wool-wealth they naturally possess. Shearing that leaves them bare-skinned, naked, far from green pastures, or sweet spring waters, while such political shepherds get to feed well from the public trough all their wool-wealth has created.
Such political creatures are true parasites. Masters of the carny- barkers con. So, call these not….wolves….for wolves must honorably hunt….and sing for their suppers besides, even as they live hard, uncertain….but free.
To those who are thus sheep I say…beware of any who promise you such “safety”, for the price of that will be your ending up as lamb chops, sheared of your wool, or, held between….hip boots!
CENTURION
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