This Crying, This Screaming, My Voice Is Being Born
 

Chapter 1 - Vehicle
Chapter 2 - In The Wilderness... No One Can Hear Your Scream
Chapter 3 - Endorsement
Chapter 4 - Blame (Live At Eleven)
Chapter 5 - My Own Restraints
Chapter 6 - Resection
 

Prologue - A Citizen's Duty

Ý Ý Ý ÝThe story of America is a story best seen through the eyes of its people. It is a story built on the idea of freedom, through common efforts of a nation united. America, now over 200 years old, is a country different from all others in that it offers equal opportunity to anyone, regardless of gender, race, or sexuality. It is on this creed that the story of America was founded. Unfortunately, a story is all that it is.
Ý Ý Ý ÝLies built on deceptions. A nation's history cloaked in murder. The idea of a ruling class is still very much in practice as 90% of all wealth is inherited. The titles may have been lost, but the aristocracy still flourishes.
Ý Ý Ý ÝResist: It is a citizen's duty to resist the system that pits people against one another. Refuse: It is a citizen's duty to refuse to believe the fears their media have implanted through sensationalized and biased coverage. Renounce: It is a citizen's duty to renounce the idea of borders and boundaries, as they strengthen their hold on the American populace by serving the dual purpose of separating and therefore dividing a strength that would unify all. Burn: Burn their symbols. And as they burn physically, let the burn be felt internally as a charred reminder of a nation that could have been.

Chapter 1 - Vehicle

Ý Ý Ý ÝThe American populace is taught to be passive. They learn at an early age that obedience and submission will lead to a reward, often unattainable and almost always to their own detriment. Marx discussed this idea in Das Capital when he refers to religion as the opiate of the people. It is painfully obvious that this allusion to religion can be applied to anything that citizens will follow blindly, whether it be radical ideology because of its inherent shock value, patriotism, television idols, or media-instilled demagogues. Citizens must learn that the truth will not be spoon-fed to them. All must learn the beauty of doubt, for what can be lost but their chains?

"Wheels turn crush me I am the machine heaven helps those who forget to dream I see a spark great is what we are eyes toward my reward compensated for I am no-one I am nothing mold me make me into something you find worth in deem special I am no-one I am nothing and I'm sure I'll remember the love this brings me the love this bring me by the glass cuts on my feet fate damns/guides me into life's fear and shame bully into submission it's the only thing that keeps me sane I will never break free I don't want to break free comfort in my torture there must be reward I sold myself out to you - you told me that you were truth use me as your new disease I just need to please I live die kill just for you my self-esteem I remove cut me and bleed me dry I can serve just let me try mold me into what you want me to be I can't stand this I feel removed I feel remorse for my understanding take me change me into something."

Chapter 2 - In the Wilderness... No One Can Hear You Scream

Ý Ý Ý ÝOften in the process of electing public officials, the voices and ideas of the candidates other than those offered by the two major political parties fall upon deaf ears. This creates a streamlining of the views held by political hopefuls, forcing them to conform to the standard beliefs and ethical systems that are already in practice. Unfortunately, this also brings into being a situation that leaves the average American citizen with a fortuitously basic choice - conservative or liberal.
Ý Ý Ý ÝNotable critics of this process include Alexis de Tocqueville, who stated that "democracy breeds mediocrity." This is not to say that democracy itself is undesirable, rather the possibility that democracy coupled with capitalism authors an environment that is intrinsically anti-ethical. It takes government from the hands of the people and delivers it into the vaults of those whose sole interest is the profit of themselves and those they are most closely affiliated with (i.e. the American Medical Association fighting legislation that would provide universal healthcare; big oil, lumber, chemical, pharmaceutical co's, and commercial restaurant chains fighting environmental legislation that would impose on the profitability of their business interests; the American Lawyers Association lobbying against tort reform, which would make the laws understandable to the average American and the inclusion of lawsuit reduction acts).
Ý Ý Ý ÝThese forces in mind, the American public is pitted against its national enemies, its political defectors, the media, big business, the Federal government, and itself. Opportunely, in a democracy people do have a voice (if they choose to use it). A voice not used is a voice stolen.

"Mercy victim of your own egos creed of your own postulation maintain your pure design your pride too many punches pulled iscariotic lips betrayal of your own words and actions unmoving unchanging staggering inaction destroy their fables half-truths lies said masked by good intentions their knives all hanging limp behind a brick façade stand in line for possession branded for watching feeling touching tearing dignity is for the weak mercy."

Chapter 3 & 4 - Endorsement & Blame (Live At Eleven)

Ý Ý Ý ÝIt is the belief of Marx that the personal is dead; that all is the political. Throughout history this can be seen as true; that the choices made everyday influence and shape the world. In his book Reflections, Edmund Burke wrote that government preyed on the basest instincts found in man: avarice and fear of death. Burke found that government did not do anything to promote any ideals or values; all that was left was death and taxes (as the often cited "only sure things") and people were left empty and suspicious of one another. Imagine the American citizenry as a group of mice squabbling over refuse found in garbage, fighting with one another viciously over a single piece of rancid cheese, while the real rats (big business, government) sit in their great halls and eat pounds of flesh cut from the suffering of the populace.
Ý Ý Ý ÝThis distrust and fear has permeated every aspect of American life. A stranger is treated with the fear and distrust at best, and outright hostility at worst. The media fosters this distrust by airing and reporting the most brutal, sensationalized stories possible. The American citizen must learn to trust his/her fellow man/woman again and realize who the real criminals are.

Assignment: Take an evening and watch the news. With a pad of paper and pen, write down the stories covered (you can be brief), and compare the stories that report rape, murder, kidnapping, etc. to the number of stories on what your government has done today. The results may be surprising. Then think about what the media wants you to believe. Points to consider: 1.) the idea that you need protection from other citizens, 2.) the idea that only your government can provide protection from social detriment, and 3.) who benefits from these ideas.

Endorsement: "I make my own. I no longer revolve around your resentment. I can smell the hatred behind your tearing sneer. I am no longer threatened by this judgement throne. Lies dead stagnant chains. Helpless one more day. Forgetting one last day. I could really care less about your lame confinement, my ego's not worth saving when true change is not met. I can't understand and I feel this rage is spreading on. Tread on me like you have before, my body is torn but my soul is unbowed. Your laughter fuels a will to move inside of me that I've never felt. Digging grabbing ground your faces all drown out. I can't understand but I can't stop forward moving. I won't be pulled down anymore, this is all I have no matter what scorn. Ears sliced off by complacency do their bodies no toward their dreams. You tried your best to take me down and then explained, 'that's what friends are for' - you ruled me out."

Blame (Live at Eleven) "Broadcast talking words real words painful words makes you look so cheap you can't stand on your own and I have ceased to care digging digging deeper digging for your precious heir. Discredit the job's too easy and so painful and way too fucking real the dirt is on your hands the blood is on your hands and I can see right through them. You're only a receptacle for me respectability is the weapon of the 'in scene.' Dirt is law new is wrong can't we just let all this fall out of or laps again? How many sorries does it take? Well, I'm sorry yeah so sorry that you weren't cool enough. Lies time pray for your inheritance preys on their life."

Chapter 5 - My Own Restraints

Ý Ý Ý ÝExemplifying the current standards placed on United States political officials, the relaxation of many ethics has come to warp and often replace the code of conduct originally expressed in writing to protect against corruption. Once in place, a new code of ethics can be loopholed to then lead to another and another. Change is not the culprit. Instead, investment in bending moral practice to suit personal and singular liberty blurs the already networked and confusing practice of law and lawmaking. Not seeing the cycle, politicians all too often fall prey to the "Washington" way of life.
Ý Ý Ý ÝIn this way, then, traditions and attitudes are fostered in this moral environment. It may be stated, with a certain amount of reassurance, that a country which was founded on the idea of illegal and unethical expansionism cannot prosper in a way that is beneficial to the whole of mankind. One act of terror and murder naturally lends itself to another act of retaliation. It has been theorized that human animals learn by example. We can look at this on a personal level: a father beats his wife, the son beats his wife, and in this way a violent cycle has been founded. The truly unfortunate and important aspect of this succession is that most people believe that their actions are not only correct, but also inherently plausible and justifiable.

Chapter 6 - Resection

"Life is full of so many simple crutches they help me walk they help me sleep they help me suffer. The love was never there and I just didn't see it. Weapons take on so many painful attachments the faces change but they all tell the same damn story the love was never there and I just didn't see it the love was never there now I don't think I even care. I've built this wall around my heart to shut you out I played my part in this game that I thought was real in this pain that I now feel and if I ever fall again will I just turn it to the wind or let it fly away with pain or let it fester into the same a small dark place inside my mind will keep me safe and far behind where you can never hurt me again the way you did and nothing can ever erase. I pull this glass out of my skin the 'wish I hads' replace my sins I release the lies but not the disdain and nothing can ever wash away a small quiet place where I can hide where you can never hurt me again."
 
 
 

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