The People's Cube - Political Satire

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When Obamacare bill came out of existence, few browsed over before it was passed. Plastic Face Pelosi bellowed, "We got to pass it to know what is inside of it." Those were the days before the battles sought to control the people's health of USA. We are in the middle of it my friends and those who are not in the winning side will be the most unfortunate ones which is always the consumers of healthcare.

Will we see the end of such? I cannot tell you, but if we leave it up to government to take of us, we give up our liberty and our Republic to aristocracy or totalitarianism which all of us are stuck wondering if we will ever see the golden days of US like Europe with their hopes for the golden days of Rome. We will end up where people are assigned work because of their relations or assigned work because of a need from the government. It is less likely to give everyone a chance to climb up the ladder due to family connections in the government.

Is this what the grand plan that this healthcare business does not want you to know?

I worry for this country's direction. I worry that the future Americans will not get the same privileges that the Constitution gives to us. I worry about the United States of America.

For promises from people like Pelosi, are as real as their "natural" face.

The subservient Nancy Pelosi is not alone in her dedication to Dear Leader's wishes. I'm beginning to think she represents the majority view of our Ruling Class. But this is nothing new. Take a minute to read this excerpt from the essay "Discourse on Voluntary Servitude" written by Étienne de la Boétie in 1548! Leaving aside the artifacts of translation this could have appeared in a contemporary magazine.


(Discourse on Voluntary Servitude)
The Discours sur la servitude volontaire of:
Étienne de la Boétie
Year: 1548

Thus the despot subdues his subjects, some of them by means of others, and thus is he protected by those from whom, if they were decent men, he would have to guard himself; just as, in order to split wood, one has to use a wedge of the wood itself. Such are his archers, his guards, his halberdiers; not that they themselves do not suffer occasionally at his hands, but this riff-raff, abandoned alike by God and man, can be led to endure evil if permitted to commit it, not against him who exploits them, but against those who like themselves submit, but are helpless. Nevertheless, observing those men who painfully serve the tyrant in order to win some profit from his tyranny and from the subjection of the populace, I am often overcome with amazement at their wickedness and sometimes by pity for their folly. For, in all honesty, can it be in any way except in folly that you approach a tyrant, withdrawing further from your liberty and, so to speak, embracing with both hands your servitude? Let such men lay aside briefly their ambition, or let them forget for a moment their avarice, and look at themselves as they really are. Then they will realize clearly that the townspeople, the peasants whom they trample under foot and treat worse than convicts or slaves, they will realize, I say, that these people, mistreated as they may be, are nevertheless, in comparison with themselves, better off and fairly free. The tiller of the soil and the artisan, no matter how enslaved, discharge their obligation when they do what they are told to do; but the dictator sees men about him wooing and begging his favor, and doing much more than he tells them to do. Such men must not only obey orders; they must anticipate his wishes; to satisfy him they must foresee his desires; they must wear themselves out, torment themselves, kill themselves with work in his interest, and accept his pleasure as their own, neglecting their preferences for his, distorting their character and corrupting their nature; they must pay heed to his words, to his intonation, to his gestures, and to his glance. Let them have no eye, nor foot, nor hand that is not alert to respond to his wishes or to seek out his thoughts.

Can that be called a happy life? Can it be called living? Is there anything more intolerable than that situation, I won't say for a man of mettle nor even for a man of high birth, but simply for a man of common sense or, to go even further, for anyone having the face of a man? What condition is more wretched than to live thus, with nothing to call one's own, receiving from someone else one's sustenance, one's power to act, one's body, one's very life?

Captain Craptek wrote:

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Such men must not only obey orders; they must anticipate his wishes; to satisfy him they must foresee his desires; they must wear themselves out, torment themselves, kill themselves with work in his interest, and accept his pleasure as their own, neglecting their preferences for his, distorting their character and corrupting their nature; they must pay heed to his words, to his intonation, to his gestures, and to his glance. Let them have no eye, nor foot, nor hand that is not alert to respond to his wishes or to seek out his thoughts.... What condition is more wretched than to live thus, with nothing to call one's own, receiving from someone else one's sustenance, one's power to act, one's body, one's very life?

[img]images/clipart/Prog_Off.gif[/img] I think i worked for that guy in the Army...Great quote, Crappy. thanks