When the infidels begin to storm the walls of the castle, it is the peons who rush to the king and beg to be saved. When the crops are bad, it is the peons who run to the castle with bowls outstretched crying "Please sir, some more sir!" When a plague strikes the fiefdom, fear sets us trembling and rushing to the peaked hats to save us and give us light more light.
Lux, semper lux! Always light - but no one tells the peons how to intelligently pick the Lord of the fiefdom and effectively work to create the kind of world they need. Should our chosen leader have to pull a sword from a stone - and why a sword? Why not a shepherd's staff? Should he have to be a he? Should he be compassionate? Well, I want compassion for me and mine, but not for that shiftless trash down the road. Make them sweat!
I read somewhere that what we call a democracy is really more of a feudal society; we want someone to save us and speak for us. Have we forgotten that anything worth having is worth fighting for. Have we forgotten the work and pain that made our labor movement, our women's suffrage movement and yes, our civil rights movement?
We will not have the Lord of the Manor who will save us from all evil unless we know what we want and are willing to work for it. Who would have believed that the American people could have raised almost a billion dollars to elect a black man for president! It was more than all talk that pulled that off!
"Men may talk about measures till all is blue and smells of brimstone, and then go home and sit down and expect their measures to do their duty for them. The only measure is integrity and manhood."
