The rule of the Meduza
If Fear Is How They Freeze Us... Then Memory Is How We Shatter Them
The rule of the Meduza
If Fear Is How They Freeze Us... Then Memory Is How We Shatter Them
They call it the rule of law. It’s a system where the legitimacy comes from the ballot box (in theory, of course). But even if, let’s say, the system is oppressive (and it is…), the rule of the majority should be carried out in the interest of the majority. We can agree that is not the case.
In fact, a very, very tiny minority infiltrated the system to rule it in their own interest: like a parasitic plant sucking life from its host tree.
Our democracy is not perfect. It’s not imperfect either. It’s actually dead: in fact. We are like a clinically dead man coming back from a coma, and we are paralyzed, and nobody can see that we see what happens around… actually.
But who am I to tell? As an individual, you cannot do shazam… Complaining, that’s all.
The parasite has eyes, and ears, and lawyers, and police, and TVs, and press, and blogs, and satraps we call “influencers.” And they have fast-labels that they put indiscriminately on any head that pops up from the crowd.
We are a horde of sheep, we are nobody for them, they don’t respect us and think they can do anything, control anything, perpetrate any abuse, without impunity, and even if we can see, we are paralyzed. Like the guy coming back from a coma… he cannot even blink to make himself understood.
But even Medusa’s victims had one final power, their wide, haunting, unblinking eyes.
We have seen it all, and we will not forget!