naykdpoet

How ludicrous this world has become. No writing of fiction could rightfully depict the level of stench that rises from the pile of rhetorical `shit’ espoused by so-called elected representatives of the People, regardless of country represented. It seems undeniable that those whom feel compelled to run for office of governance, though possibly compelled by altruistic ideals, ultimately succumb to the greed that has infused the hallow-halls of government establishment of all nations.

A more clearer factual illustration of this is had in Bill Moyer’s (billmoyer.com) interview with journalist Mark Leibovich about his latest book, This Town.

This Town centers on Washington D.C. `a city where money rules the day and status is determined by who you know and what they can do for you.  “If you can sell yourself as someone who knows how Washington works, someone who has these relationships,” Leibovich explains, “that’s a very marketable commodity.  If you’re seen as someone who knows how this town works, someone who is a usual suspect in this town, you can dine out for years — that’s why no one leaves.”’

It does not take much imagination to paint the incumbents of  all Nation’s government with the same tarnished brush. When exposed to opportunity for extreme wealth and with it; the power of influence that it can purchase, especially when others are competing and racing toward the same  feeding-trough, ideals of morality for representation can be quickly forgotten.

The more one becomes educated to the insidious corruption that is prevalent within representative governance, a pervasive cynicism toward organized civilization is the outcome. A great sense of defeat to what collective humanity is suppose to mean. Observance to this metastasizing `cancer’ corrupting every essential organ comprising organized culture; one can only conclude that `death’ can only be a matter of time.

However, there does exist a slight ray of hope to cure this rampant, infectious disease: Common People.

It is time for Common People: the blue-collar worker, the grossly underpaid, the educated unemployed, everyone whom the power to cast a vote exists; all must collectively stand up for what is rightfully theirs to share equally and freely, not that which is dolled-out as rhetorical promises with each electoral cycle, before it is too late.

The spark to light the fuse to incite the needed, forceful movement has yet to be lit yet, the `gun-powder’  that is reason, is definitely accumulating and, when ignited, it is will be `one hell of an explosion’.