How strange a day it is. How strange many of our days are. Today it is Easter, a holiday with little devotional importance to me. My twisted view on religion and interpretation of this day is influenced by the numerous of men and women who have died because of their faith. Some of them were murdered as they tried to appeal to their human rights. Needless to say, whenever someone brings up religion I immediately think of countless deaths that cannot be justified. That aside, many appear to celebrate this day ardently. Seeing that it’s a great deal for legions of religious marionettes out there. Hence, I humbly mention this day out of respect for my fellow men and women who, like me, wander aimlessly on this beautiful planet. Although I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about what this day truly stands for, I hope they have enjoyed today’s festivities.
Freedom of religion is a human right. For that reason, everyone is free to assume that a nonviolent anarchistic revolutionary, hippie or ‘leather-tramp’ if you may, came back from the dead. Undoubtedly one can consider this a remarkable occurrence. Especially after being crucified and being laid to rest in a cave. I won’t judge anyone. Just don’t be startled when you find out that I don’t share your attentiveness. I sincerely doubt that there was a cryogenic chamber, or a good surgeon who was up to par with cryotherapy present in that ‘man’ cave. This pure bread pacifist died, assuming that he ever existed. He didn’t get to roam the earth and fly off to heaven for an audience with the ‘master of puppets.’ Nor did he have one last earthly sweaty wank. He died just like you and I will in a few years from now. If, by some miracle, he was able to heal instantaneously, he still had to participate in some form of interstellar travel. When that would be the case, I reckon it’s about time to rewrite history entirely.
All I can say about the bloke is that he appeared to live a selfless life, based on what I’ve read and heard. He was anti-wealth, anti-death penalty, anti-public prayer, but was never anti-gay, never mentioned abortion or birth control, never called the poor lazy, never justified torture, never fought for tax cuts for the wealthiest, and was a long-haired homeless community-organizing anti-slut-shaming middle eastern Jew. Chances are his skin wasn’t white. This man lived in balance with the people surrounding him, regardless of their background. He hung around hookers, lepers, crooks, thus proving that he had a healthy dose of civil disobedience. That, I respect. Especially since his characteristics are a peculiarity in today’s world.
The history of our existence won’t be altered anytime soon. Therefore, I reckon that Easter is the remembrance of the death of the world’s first peaceful revolutionary anarchist. The resurrection in itself might be a misinterpretation of the rigor mortis that kicked in after the Messiah passed away. Oh boy, do I love using euphemisms. Obviously this post-mortem physical condition would throw off any groupie who’s yearning for her idol and who’s not familiar with the occurrence.
But enough about this so called holiday. The truth of the matter is that I have a day off from work. A day to do as I please. Hence, I am happy. A day of pure ‘freedom.’ But am I really free? This question boggled my mind all weekend long. For as long as, I can remember I’ve been told that I live in a free world. Assuming that I have not been led astray, I still wonder whether that statement is genuinely true. I can’t help but wonder why it costs so much to live. How can it be that we live in a free world when all of us are forced to spend the majority of our time on the job? It appears to be a necessity in order to have a life in this ‘consumption-oriented free society.’ Though, the day has come where I have figured out that none of us is free. You spend all your time at work and have no time to live the life you’re trying to maintain. Why do we agree to participate in this never-ending story? Is it because we’re taught that freedom requires a sacrifice? Are we led astray when it comes to defining that sacrifice? Or is it because we have a need to be subdued by those in power? The only thing I’m sure of is that my thoughts are still free. They can travel anywhere and question everything.
I don’t believe what you stand for greed. Even though you are the financial market’s ‘Almighty’ you will never have my support ever again. I’d rather put my two cents on that leather-tramp, many seemed so eager to celebrate today instead of you. Which is peculiar, since I know you are real, and I have no freaking idea if that hippie ever even existed. You are the creator of money. You are the bearer of bad news. The inventor of poverty, dreaded by many. You succeed in manipulating the masses effortlessly. As my friends, family and I descend into recession I can’t help but notice how you were the ‘master of puppets’ all along. Dealing the cards. Appointing those in power, offering them the necessary means to suppress the masses, regardless of their ideology. You knew they were addicted to you; they would serve you until the day they’d die.
Even now, when history teaches us that all ideologies have failed, you still succeed in having powerful men and women propagate that the world in which they live is the best there is. Regardless of its shortcomings they keep broadcasting the same set of ideas. Thus, creating a map in the heads of many beings and devising a fierce separation among all humans on this planet. Many arguments will be launched in order to sell a particular strain of propaganda. Hence, many questions will arise. Is socialism better than capitalism? Is the free market better than the proletarian state? Is democracy better than fascism? Is communism better than a military dictatorship? Is feudal bondage better than slavery? Is the city better than the country? All the discussion will be equally absurd since all of them tend to justify repression at the altar of a supposed obligatory hierarchy.
Needless to say, whenever someone brings up economy I immediately think of you and the countless deaths that cannot be justified. Will you please allow us to envision, invent and implement a new paradigm? A system, which very nature does not entail endless growth We just want to live the life we actually work for. It doesn’t belong to the callous profit whores who are addicted to power, idolize you and repress us by controlling our environment. We want to get rid of the suppressive climate so that we can embrace our very own Wonderwall.
An inhabitant of a beautiful world full of people, waiting to be offended by something.
|‘Packed with thinking dynamite’ – John Berger
by SpaceUtopian ©