Dear Lincoln & Gandhi,
When I woke up after a dreary sleep on a beautiful morning, the world hit me again. Yes, it hits me hard enough that I can spend the day longing for the dead remains of the spirit of freedom and dignity. By the time the sun sets, my spirit is dead for another long night. It is in one of those dead moments, I'm writing this letter to you three.
Yes, many have built secret and public temples for you three. But the powerful wants to make sure your spirits are locked up in those temples. They are afraid that your spirits when let loose may challenge the status quo and end up doing some real good. It is only a matter of years before people put a halo around your pictures and make you gods. The Gods of democracy who can never be surpassed in their visionary powers and embodiment of the spirit of democracy. It is only a matter of time anyone resembling you will be shot or beaten up for the offense of trying to imitate the only gods of democracy.
Yes, you won us the freedom to voice our opinions and to exercise our god given rights. But all that remains is a loud nonsensical clamor that drowns one in to an abyss of hopelessness. Can we blame the people when that is the only right they have? To make loud noises in the blame game that goes on everyday but remain absolutely powerless to do anything about it. It has become a part of our culture to play this blame game with every government and every politician. There are rumors that even this holy democratic right is being taken away from them.
People are feeling empty without the ability to make pointless noise. They are only going through the motions of a highly effective democracy, but the spirit is dead. These numerous zombies (some with enormous artificial intelligence) are being coerced and manipulated into believing obnoxious crimes and overt violations of rights as justified acts of reason. Such is the clever genius of deception these democracies have produced.
Nobody has the power in a democracy in front of everyone. But right in front of the ever scrutinizing eyes of the public, there is a magical screen behind which a thousand people run the big system of enormous complexity. The magical veils of media are a significant power in themselves worthy of trillions of dollars of investment.
I'm writing all this at politically tumultuous times that many people wish I join you guys there where ever you are. That is the magnificent beauty of your living legacy. Even though high school kids know much more and talk politically sensitive things than I'm writing here, once you are marked as a troublesome person, you can't utter 'AAAHHH' before the secret police shuts you down.
I'm writing all this with the knowledge that you might have heard all these laments a billion times over your dead years. You are probably bored in death listening to all such nonsense. But who else do you lament to about democracy, but to the gods of democracy. I hope that one day your true spirit of democracy will once again shine forth on earth. Hope the earth holds on until then. Wishes to you and don't forget the new earmuffs for the spirits. Much louder laments are on the way.
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