Truesday: Coming Around

Have they no memory? No sense of history? No recognition of what the king rightfully “deserves” as a result of all the wonders he’s bestowed upon these me!-me!-me! people out of pure, unfettered kindness? Is there no propriety? No shame? No respect for such righteous and esteemed elders?

Apparently not.

Little buggers. Cynics and petty critics who only show up once there’s something worth tearing down. Something substantial. like a castle. A fortress of devotion to the machines of controlled creativity. A beautiful testament to what mere men can do when they synergize their silos of competence and steer the production process into tight, wondrously elaborate, and predictable patterns. Versailles.

And with equal predictability come those critics. Like a locust storm approaching the long-seeded fields of carefully tended corn. Worthless parasites. Nay-sayers. Nit-pickers and miserable sycophants.

Obnoxious vermin.

With the critics come their favored audience. The leeches. And the critics feed the leeches constant lines, making hysterical claims to keep those leeches too busy to realize that they’re liable to suck their poor host dry. That their attempts at retooling an ever-failing system of production is misplaced to the point of infecting upon that system yet another crippling disease. Perhaps the final malady. That they must simply comply with the rules of that system, potential failures therein, because that is the intended purpose.

And by the nature of its builder, the king, that purpose should be reason enough to never challenge the system as it is, unless by decree of the builder himself.

And that anyone in any form of opposition to the plethora of intricate rules and regulations of that system, are in total opposition to the system itself, and are therefore by comparatively simple definition: pathetic haters, full of shit, and in need of an ego check.

Because having an opinion or position that is against any authority figure of any sort, whether based on provable fact or not, is the same as being too big for one’s britches, and basically a begging plea for a total beat down. Because allowing or taking into account any more than one opinion or method for anything, is beyond the reason of a good and proper leader.

Plus, it’s just plain annoying to bust your ass for years with tireless focus and dedication, only to have a pack of shifty scabs come in and start fucking all that effort up. The critics, the leeches, and all those lazy ne’er-do-wells.

Understandable.

But should this king simply disregard all these voices as worthless complaints? Should he assume that they’re all simply attacking him personally? As if they've met him, examined, and judged with negative disregard? Deriding his lording skills, or his intentions, directions, methods for the sake of their own personal gain or vendetta? Is that a reasonable assumption? Or is it plainly dangerous?

Hm.

What if these peasants, while obviously not such awarded individuals as the king himself, were not actually out to break him specifically? What if they were simply trying to do their own thing without having to ward off “ego checks” or power plays from the very source of authority they wished to live harmoniously with? A parallel effort between movements, which would likely result in improvement and progression for the system as a whole, without regard to current social standing?

Wouldn’t that be a more reasonable take on things? More plausible? Much safer for all involved?

All up in that kumbaya shit, indeed.

Something like a circle. Like a festival of devotion to the openness of unhampered creativity. A beautiful testament to what mere men can do when they come together, dispense with worthless pretense or pride, and invent.