posted on Jan, 23 2009 @ 09:36 AM
These past few months have witnessed a seismic shift in the emotional landscape of the American psyche. For the first time in a great while, the
concept of "hope" entered our minds.
First as a barely whispered notion so tenuous the very mention might ruin its chances of materialization. Sullen and fatigued, we dare not lift our
collective melancholy out of fear for another catastrophe of failed expectations.
Then, the seemingly impossible happened -- the gossamer tendrils of a nascent optimism grew from our hushed longings. Suddenly, and without warning,
we saw the possibilities of something we had dare not utter; hope.
Now, as this unimaginable arc has delivered its trajectory of full-on hope into the hearts and minds of millions, we are reinvigorated with a sanguine
confidence we thought long dead. And here my friends, my conspiratorious speculators, my treasured debate adversaries, and revered readers is the
danger of our time.
Hope is a far more dangerous manipulator than fear.
Fear, as a deviously clever device intended for the manipulation of the masses, has been the primary exploitive methodology of the so-called "Powers
That Be" for decades. Under the guise of fearful concern for our collective safety, numerous ill-deeds have been perpetrated in our (society's)
name. While we (the larger "we" of the nation as a whole) may have great disdain for what has been done, we tolerated the "hard choices" as a fair
exchange for safety and security -- while forgetting we have neither.
Hope, especially on the heels of fear, is a far more dangerous and cunning method of control. From the acceptance speech to the inaugural address, our
emotions have been expertly carried down a path from baited breath to tearful expectancy. My friends, my conspiratorious speculators, my treasured
debate adversaries, and revered readers be not fooled by the grand show playing out in the monstrous amphitheater of American politics. Step back,
take pause, deep breath, and recall the reasons and misgivings that inspired your visits to a conspiracy theory web site. There is no "change" other
than a new act in the same old play.
Certainly, we have witnessed the historic rise of a Black Man to the most important position of leadership in the world. An accomplishment worthy of a
resounding chorus of hope.
Clearly, this man presents ideas and an apparent strategic direction diametrically different than those before him. A stunning injection of violins
and violas to the chorus.
Passionately, this man speaks with conviction and evokes the change we longed for. Oboes, clarinets, and french horns pick up the melody of hope,
complimenting the strings and voices.
Transformational, are his first acts in office as we applaud bold corrective actions. Drums, cymbals, and percussion transform the beautiful melody of
hope into an ambitious march of expectancy.
There is no "change" other than a new act in the same old play. The same orchestra is playing. The same conductor is in charge. The same venue holds
the show. Only the music has changed.
What nefarious manipulations may now be accomplished under the guise of hope that could not happen under the specter of fear?
The past decades have shown that real American Hope is a myth. Now, as the orchestra plays an inspired symphony of aspiration, we never notice the
ominous bassoon and piano playing the same old undercurrent we've heard for far too long.
[edit on 23-1-2009 by mister.old.school]