Of clowns, cowards, and kings….these things that are most presently observed, these things that trouble my slumber. The clowns who post such subversive and blatantly antagonizing works. The cowards who possess the knowledge and the power of change but refuse to use it. The king whose gall and pride is hastened by his ego and the lack of substantial argument or reasonable debate. (Note: I say REASONABLE debate) With so many voices screaming, protesting, and looting the literary with nonsense and object opposition as to cause them being ridiculed and called irrational, the end is nowhere close to being present.
I once wrote of the nobility and power of the blogger. We, the keepers of words, thoughts, and ideas. We, the practitioners of language arts and proper communication, could bring about such change and influence, but so few choose to see it or use it. Oh gentle beings, men and women of the blogging universe, can you not see the need for such representation, now more than ever? Our president sits in his mighty oval office, making decisions that will impact all of us in one way or another. While some of his promises are being kept, others are not. Commitments made to reduce the burden on taxpayers, to alter the direction of those things making more pauper than nobleman, are being ignored.
It is with sadness that we turn away people with such great need as a refugee, but within the lambs are embedded snakes, snakes who are most desiring of the death of the very people giving them shelter. As the lambs profess their faith and labor to embrace their new benefactors culture, the snakes scatter to dens to make their evil plans and to affect terror on the same benefactors. How do we separate the good from the evil prior to the revelations of their actions? Coming from places that possess neither the knowledge nor the desire to make plain the knowledge of the refugees histories, how can we find out these pasts, these vetted facts that could foretell their actions?
If only one in every ten are violent by their nature, and that one manages to kill or maim even one other freedom loving American, we are still speaking of thousands of innocent deaths. Is that not a consequential fact in the denying of their immigration until such vetting can be done correctly and completely? I am a man of somber and sweet heart and I wish no innocent ill will, but lined up like empty opaque bottles, how can one tell what is inside the bottle until the contents are freed? I digress.
The clowns continue to raze the common sense of the literary, the cowards continue to steer their desires and confessions away from the public eye, and the king sits unconvinced of his egocentric ways. As long as we sit idle and say nothing, as long as we make no reasonable argument for change and allow politicians their wayward course, we are to blame for failures, abuses, and overreactions. Why? Why do we, the roses of logic and hope whither amongst the obnoxious and incorrect weed? I beg of you all one last time, help me form up a garden of common sense and logical discourse.
Help me create a body of rational voices and conscience driven hearts that can be of great power and influence. Help me make, or at least influence, the changes that are necessary for us to survive the future wave of the political maelstrom. This is America. Our politicians are able to read and hear the dissent or the approval of their actions. We can, in those words and actions, sway the politicians in their efforts. Please fellow bloggers, dreamers, and poets….come with me. Let us all be of one voice, or at least one voice made of compromise and wisdom. It is up to you all, and I pray that we all make the right decision before the clowns, cowards, and kings make a future that is beyond reconciliation with humanity.