Duke March 1st, 2012
The Second American Revolution
It began not with the ending of the world but with the end of the American Republic although the aftermath may as well have been the end of the world. It was cheered in some circles and condemned by others, but the condemners were in the minority most of them corrupt politicians. The rest were insanely pacifistic sheeple that would rather live under the boots of tyranny then to fight for their freedom and be masters of their own destiny, complacency was their motto, apathy their creed.
At first the people had not realized their freedom had been unceremoniously usurped from teem, they thought that their government was acting in the best interest of the people. The harsh, cruel reality was anything but and by the time they realized it, it was too late to stop the powers that be without bloodshed. The constitution had been torn asunder by the very people that had been entrusted to preserve it and made the very subjects for which it was created the enemy. The very souls that it was supposed to protect were now left without it’s blanket of freedom and they didn’t realize it until it happened.
The law seemed harmless enough, who would not want to be protected from terrorists? But the powers that be soon began declaring the very people they were supposed to protect, terrorists themselves. Denied due process, they were put into cages like dangerous wild animals that had wondered in from the wilderness. Protests fell upon deaf ears and were largely ignored as minor irritants no more important than a common housefly buzzing around one’s head. Soon; however, that changed, the first protester to cast a stone was the shot that was heard around the world. Now the insignificant housefly became an enemy of the state.
Hundreds died in the first clash with the authority that had betrayed the people and it awakened the sleeping giant. It’s awakening was slow at first, few wanted to believe that the government of the people, by the people and for the people would do such an awful thing. 236 years of freedom erased in one single incident, the evidence was irrefutable taking place on live national television sparking riots all over the country. Governors called out the states’ national guard to help restore order but that only exacerbated the problem.
Tens of thousands more died and the Armed Services were called up to suppress the coming insurrection but when the order came to fire upon the very people they had sworn to defend nary a shot was fired. When the brainwashed, indignant leaders attempted to assert their authority they found out just exactly how much their brass would protect them. Whole units and whole military installations mutinied against the now uncivilized authority they were supposed to serve at their pleasure. Those that did not faced the specter of fighting their own countrymen; their own brothers and sisters; their own sons and daughters and they came face to face with the enemy.
Those that could, fled, those that couldn’t, died or suffered in ways too ghastly to imagine, too terrible to put into words. Once great cities of modern civilization, reduced to rubble, mere shadows of their former selves and the statue that once stood watch over the harbor wept, the eagle hung it’s head in shame. Faction after faction came and went as the rising and setting of the sun that was often blotted out by the fires of hatred and intolerance. The melting pot eroded away to nothing and forgotten, our founding fathers turned in their graves and they, themselves were forgotten as well.
After it was over and the last fire put out, the last of the dead buried, it came time to pick up the pieces and rebuild that which was lost. Many were at a loss as to where to begin, questions that had no easy answer were asked and even the smartest among them had no idea what went wrong. “Whom do we blame,” was asked by these men of great intelligence. When slowly the people elected their representatives and sent them back to where it had once began, they once again asked, “Whom do we blame?”
But a voice among them, one not so advanced in years as most and without the benefit of a higher education, replied simply, “We the People are to blame.” Indignant replies ensued, scoffing at the thought that everyone was to blame, but it was true, there was no denying it. Through complacency, ignorance and apathy it was they, no one else could be blamed. To blame one single person was folly as pointless as raking leaves in a hurricane.
It took time, many hours and days of work, through heated debate after heated debate, but eventually they agreed if begrudgingly so. What else could they do? Truth was truth and it was undeniably so, We the People were to blame. We the People wanted freedom from a tyrant across the Atlantic; We the People wanted to form a more perfect union. We the people held these truths to be self evident; that all men were created equal and that they were endowed by their creator to have certain unalienable rights; that among these right were life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. So it stood to reason the We the People were responsible, We the People were to blame, We the People had cause the Second American Revolution. And so with that out of the way, the real work began, to restore that which We the People wanted from the start.