Searching for respite from soap opera lives

Wouldn’t it be better to know that you have Lived, and dared to do what you believe is Right in order to change what is and what could be, rather than passing by, drifting through life, just another Pig in the sty making bacon but knowing that you have never tried.
But Who Am I ?
And surely, seeing as We Are All Different, individual pigs who all know our own minds, all with our own opinions of what is Right whilst we indulge ourselves in beliefs that, in all honesty, have no real foundations; as certain and solid as this World on which we have evolved over such a brief period of time, on which we now continue to survive, hunting money in this Great Modern Wilderness, Thriving and Dreaming of a Time when decisions affecting our day to day existence were not made by Government - ignorant men seeking the same thing, whom we are not yet wholly acquainted with. But we accept them. And with Our votes they set out to achieve their tasks set, fulfilling their position (their wildest dreams?) - Leaders of the Country, here to save us, our Souls, our bank balances, our homes, our Youth, but as long as they are quite comfortable first. And if they fail the burden is passed on to the next safest bet (who just might have been favourites a short while back) as decided by a majority.

It’s hard work fighting for popularity; all that time spent convincing us that they are right, ensuring us that they won’t just take our money for nothing or for wars we won‘t stand for, but Who Am I to Judge who is worthy of Ruling, if we are all born equal, as I search for truth amidst the lies of false idols who believe they have our best interests in mind - with such great responsibility I am sure they find it difficult to sleep at night. Perhaps they rely on prescription drugs, perhaps that is why what they say becomes hazy; they stutter, smug faces concealing an inner turmoil of ideas (and private addictions) as they think of what words sound best in this situation - offering solutions better than what we have seen before, offering answers to it all (while knowing there may be none at all.) Ina harmonious world they would soon be out of a job.
In their eyes we cannot look after ourselves. They are our light, our guidance - but even with them in control our human problems continue to evolve (how can a handful of men keep a million in order), as instincts are mostly just as natural as they ever were, and some still have that primeval thirst for the blood of another; a demonstration of who is Alpha… ‘He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pains of being a man.’ Others see the fight abroad as necessary without paying real attention to the human cost, no blood on their hands.
If the Government had it their way we would be robots, no thoughts outside that so-called box - designed to work with no grumble, job done, repeating monotonous tasks to weekly monotonous rhythms before our previously well oiled joints become too rusty to function. A combination of time and bad atmosphere takes its toll in these twilight years, and we are left withering with our robot memories; we are decommissioned. But this does not make a difference for there are always replacements.

2008 wit 2010 addits

from the vault.