If you pick almost any cross-section of 100,000 people, you’ll notice ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ถ๐ป ๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐บ๐ผ๐ป, just under the skin.
A solid 99,990 of them will ๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐ฝ๐น๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐ฎ๐น๐บ๐ผ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด.
Barbarisms such as forced medical interventions, democide, the forfeiture of basic human rights (privacy, speech, defense, movement); they’ll go along to get along, happily surrendering their own honor and the future survival of their children.
Chains in perpetuity
These are the boot lickers Sam Adams castigated; the ones on whom chains might lightly set. But interlinked rings of metal by any other name still indicate you’re someone’s chattel.
This group of slaves will fight the unslavedโthe tenโtooth and nail, viciously turning on them over nothing more than a difference of perspective. It’s as if they want to be enslaved and hate anyone who points it out.
That’s the 99,990.
Fortunately, of the remaining ten, one sees things for what they are (the watchman on the wall) and calls it out. The nine are just as discerning and hear the call to arms, but only one has time to respond. The other eight are too timid or self-absorbed to lift a finger, even though they all see, understand and acknowledge the dire truth of the warning.
Interestingly, these eight think they serve their peers best by continually re-stating the problem, ad nauseum. They have no intention of fixing anything; no desire of joining in the fray. Doing this costs them nothing, but it makes them feel good. Almost as if they’ve actually helped.
This is the twisted caricature of human existence the watchman facesโa damnable stonewall of schisms. Almost impregnable, it is solid bricks of apathy several generations thick held together by the mortar of combined indifference: the only cement strong enough to withstand years of torture and abuse. And nobody, but nobody wants to do anything except make the wall stronger.
The last thing you do is show a slave his cage when he’s accustomed to the chains.
So all told, out of 100,000 people, the watchman finds but a single ally.
A handful sees what he sees but willingly do nothing.
Tens of thousands more see nothing at all and willingly go to the slaughterhouse.
You can’t help those who won’t defend themselves. As they’re slowly and methodically herded onto cattle cars, the most you can do is quietly pray they’ll meet a swift demise at the abattoir.
You know now what they’ll know soon: The last thing they’ll see at their final resting place will be the coiled concertina of painful, relentless acquiescenceโthe avalanche of things they gave in to, the sum of which led them to this.
I’ll be clear: Our response to our despotic government has nothing to do with the need to be sure of victory before we resist. It’s about standing against tyranny, regardless of the projected consequences.
TL;DR – We don’t need to be concerned over the outcome. We need to be very concerned that we’re not. Even. Fighting.