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Democracy’s twerking corridors of power (2)…

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As I was writing this essay, “We the people…” came to my searching mind. Looking it up where available, I understood history’s tireless farce in producing written proofs of power’s insatiable appetite for justifying its own mischievous ends, when at the end of the above, after a peacock’s tail of grand tales, a handful of “representative of the people’s” people signed, turning the afore mentioned into the mockery document of a mockery democracy. You see true democracies shouldn’t need declarations and constitutions if they wouldn’t plan to harvest beyond their own orchards’ boundaries. No one outside pathological taxonomies needs fear of their own selves…
I have a personal history of turning my friends into my enemy’s friends by daring to become a critic of what’s unjust, regardless of family relationships, religion, gender, political and/or sexual orientation.
But you see, truth does hurt, both forth and backwards, with bestowed isolation as a never requested side dish.
I started my unplanned career in Ceausescu’s “scientific, dialectic and historic socialism” where Orwell’s “1984” seem to have been the catehetical blueprint of a system boasting socio-economic achievements equaled only by, and in an utopia yet to be built by the Carpathian “genius” himself, thus being told to leave a political school for believing aloud that their Marxist-Leninist system is good, just “we the people” aren’t good enough to carrying it out…
My best friends turned to be my worst betrayers before West’s coveted freedom proved to be less of what I have hoped of liberty…
Just another wandering Jew I discovered myself to be, turned back from the doorsteps of my Land of Tikva by kin asking for proof of my origins the old Nazis burnt together with my past as they were leaving Northern Transylvania…
And wandering I’ve been sent by kin holier than the young Hungarian Rabbi who ushered us back into the hope harder to kill than the sense of unwantedness becoming more and more of an eerie companion…
Wanderer seeking a place I can call “my own”, where I don’t have to smell the stinking boots of anyone’s “freedom” stamping on my face.
I’ve been to room 101, and I know the source of “democracy’s” never fading light. There were no rats in cages over my face, just drawers of “anonymous”  reports from my “friends”, gnawing at my bleeding hart and pissed trousers…

I dread of the day when “We the people…” shall turn into “Weep thee people…”, with no one to bring anymore stones upon our graves, for all the stones have been thrown at the collective stoning of our own souls…
Some time ago, democracy issued a statement of intent, announcing its borderlessness, turning the world into its soon-to-become the political-correctness conform, though empty playground, where only the unplanned children’s ghosts of the -numerically- great People’s Democracy shall remain to play the sordid games of these new, shapeshifting Nazis…

Oh, Democracy, you twerking bitch rubbing your black holes against anything in between full pockets…

Beware ye all erecting your reachings against her so much desired end; should your interests miss the incubation vaults, instead of toys and dolls, you’ll be crying for toilet rolls…

Democracy’s twerking corridors of power (1)…

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“The term originates from the Greek δημοκρατία (dēmokratía) “rule of the people”, which was coined from (dêmos) “people” and (kratos) “power” or “rule” in the 5th century BCE to denote the political systems then existing in Greek city-states, notably Athens; the term is an antonym to ριστοκρατία (aristocratie) “rule of an elite”. While theoretically these definitions are in opposition, in practice the distinction has been blurred historically.” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Democracy

It may have never bothered anyone, the awkward dissonance between what democracy is supposed to be, and the rivers of blood engulfing mountains of corpses it left behind throughout history.
This supposedly “user friendly” system’s perils reside within its own definition, bound to “power” and “rule” as all other “ruling-class friendly” socio-political systems.
Democray’s advocates have all along defended their pet, as the one and only possible source of “liberté, égalité, fraternité” available to mortals, sadly forgetting that “power & rule” have never been friends to liberty and equality…
All along known history, most ruthless tyranies have been branded as “democratic” by their own criminal leaders, demanding from skinned to bones subjects, adoration due to gods alone…
But I shall not go on writing about these; rather less than deep down, you know well I’m right.
As a genetically irreparable existentialist, I take individuality to be the irreducible right of all beings, except cabbages and kin, together with all other -biological or not- inanimate mechanisms.
The way soul and spirit indwelt entities perceive the reality surrounding them, and the response they may chose to display and act upon subsequently, cannot be conferred; it follows their unrequested arrival into stages of existence, carrying thus a universal law of adjustment both of themselves, but also of those whose lebensraum has been -usually- reduced as a consequence.
These developing entities, each according to their own basic necessities, need no ruler.
Help upon need and request, yes, assistance upon need and request, yes, partnerships of all sorts upon need and desires, yes, cooperation to mutual benefits, yes, associations to mutual benefits, yes, parasitic rulers, no…
Oh, you may think not all rulers are parasitic… Well, you may probably be just one of them, or the gift of understanding reality seem to have been wasted in your case…
Rule beyond the natural boundaries of self, always becomes dictatorship, which is basically imposing one’s “democracy” upon another, either by force of fist, or by force of law.
Let me give you a simple example: parking fees; these are one of civilisation’s most pathetic institutions, comparable only to the ones forcing the soon-to-be-executed to digging their own graves. Ask the demos if they would want this privileges to be kratos upon them, and they will say: nay!
Yet for reasons useful only to those more equal than the equal ones, we pay parking fees under the all beating fist of the(ir) law…
And I am not going to enter the hidden realm of manufacturing cars capable of at least 160 mph, in countries where democracy means 30 mph on most roads…
What I’ll write about though, is this democracy’s transition from fist to rod, from rod to whip, from whip to weapon, from weapon to terror, from terror to horror, from horror to no-tomorrow…

(To be continued…)