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Greetings People,
I was in the mood this morning to create a fictional tale.
I was laying in bed thinking this morning, as the birds were a chirping, the sun a shining; and I could see what appeared to be a squirrel in the tree outside my window, and he was watching me, oh, it was a squirrel, but I'll be damn if that little Peeping Tom wasn't looking in my window and watching me, or maybe he was watching Natalie, if that was the case as I looked over at her I thought, "yeah, that is an amazing eyeful of woman." I smiled.
Then I started thinking about why I thought it was, she was lying next to me. All the things that may have led to that moment and not simply in my lifetime, but that of others. Why did this woman work so hard to garner my attention and why does she still work so hard to maintain it? A story, a fictional work of art sprang to mind, I think I'll share it with you all.
Once upon a time a world was ruled by a ruthless tyrant. He was born from the loins of warriors, those of days since gone. He was spoiled with his ease of lordship, it had been afforded to him in the blood of warriors proceeding him. Those same warriors that had lived by codes, they did serve greatly their homeland and King, with honor and vitue, they were strong and powerful, the women did so love them. Their very presence made women fall to their knees and swoon.
Enter the age of jealousy. I'll call it that for lack of a better term. The age when the hunter/gather, the warrior type if you will, had found an ally in the man that had been held under his foot, the weaker man, the man that dreamed of equality with these giants of manhood. A man held down, due to his lessor physical strength, a man that aspired all the same as all men would, aspired to greatness.
Now this poor fellow that was unable to overcome the warriors size, skill and strength and therefore was left to settle for seconds, in everything simply needed a push. Well he developed the tools that would lift him from his secondary status. He shared these tools with warriors sympathetic to his plight.
Now, as is the saying neccessity is the mother of invention. She would afford the weaker man in his humanly cunning the ability, nay, the inspiration to develope a plan and even tools in which to ascend the ladder. While those "great" and "noble" warriors grew lazy and appathetic with their own power, the weaker of these men did inact his plan. He, as I said, firstly developed tools and devices to win others to his way of thinking, and grasp support with the lessor warriors, he concocted weapons and laws that supposedly equaled all men, but in effect preyed upon the sympathies of those with weaker constitutions. The weak man (in weak, it is not a representative of anything beyond physical strength mind you) Had now begun his power base, he used what he had developed as a superior strategy at this moment in time to impress the masses that his way, was more just for a society at large. He may have had pure thoughts, but even the best laid plans fall astray. Total power was now an object within view.
At times the stronger of the men that had now been dethroned made pushes to rise from their own ashes, yet the weaker and cunning fellow would again rally his fanfair, it also seemed he may in fact need to increase his power base so he offered in a very manipulative way, using the ambitions of a few members of an even weaker and more downtrodder group of folks, he offered them a supposed equal role. But this didn't always set well with his already vast caste supporters.
In order to quell their roar he explained the importance of the weakest members minds and numbers, the importance that their being brought into this frey as allies could present even more equality "against" those that at one time held us down, that thisweakest member had been abused and held in the perverbial throws of slavery to long, that we must see them as equals in all ways, but this weaker man was willing to allow only certain rights. This was in effect simply a distraction from what should be yet again the true course of life and nature, supposedly. But now with a tad bit of power this weakest of members too had an agenda and must also climb the ladder of power. It would seem that even the number two fellow would in his arrogance and appathy fell prey to cunning. He was manipulated by his own words and he to had to surrender even more power or find defeat within his world of supposed superiority.
Now all had ascended to an air of equality and medicracy. Within this the strongest of men started to see the error in his way, the weaker man started to also realize he was only about being the controller now versus the goal of equality he had hoped to achieve, that old power corrupts rule fell into play. And the weakest in this fictional story found herself even the most confused and lost within a world where nature through humanly intervention and self serving purpose had cast society upside down. She was in fact the greatest victim, the most unwilling of pawns in this play on natures process. She realized that all she ever wanted was a good strong man that could make her swoon and create a world in which she could lay next to him and love him for the things that he was to her. (Damn squirrel knew that I think)
To concluded this story. These good folks all realized that they had after ions of time and energy wasted, they had yet to get anything right. And all the while the trees watched, the flowers blumed, the bees did buzz and the birds did sing.
The End
Bull
Anyone is welcome to comment on this fictional story from the land of _____.
Of course there could possibly be some esoteric value contained within; or perhaps not.
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Live well,
Bull
I'm not an asshole; I'm simply resolute...
"A Republic, If You Can Keep It."
Caution: My humor is a bit skewed.
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