Why I believe in a people's government

Apparently, much of the world has been engrossed in Russel Brand's "schemes," of late. As to give you a heads up on where this blog shall be going, I would like to start out by suggesting that in the absence of a God, one chooses between the lesser of two evils. Now, obviously such a response was designed to have one look at the situation we are all in, rather than aiming to compare Russel to some sort of Satan. The truth is thus: faith in our politicians, and by extension: democracy, is at an all time low. Rioters, hackers, elite, extremists, terrorists and various other groups, all seek to fiddle with and mock our way of life. I have not followed Russel closely and he may genuinely have a heart. If so, if you really are as sensitive as I, if you really do know what being poor and sick is like and turn to tears at the sight of the elite remaining oblivious, or intentionaly ignorant, to the suffering all around the world, then we are on the same page.

But are we using the same font?

Before we talk more about Russel, and my own views, let us give some appreciation to the circumstances.

- We have no voice. Our democracy is a shambles.
- The elite have such a stronghold, peaceful revolution seems impossible.

That being said, violence. extremism, manipulation and anything else immoral, should not be tolerated. If Russel truly thinks he is helping, then he has fallen victim to the very plague which robbed Anonymous of any credibility. Anonymous: freedom fighters fighting for a fair society, aiming to rid the world of untouchables. Wait? Anonymous Anonymous? The vigilante group that is lawless and rebelious, the untouchable group who bring harm in the name of peace? The group that is corrupting our children into thinking that immorality is ok, that the cause justifies the means? Yeah, laws can be wrong. The point is not about morality-action, but morality-intent, not actionable. Anonymous clearly intend to cause mayhem. I struggle to see how they could be so naive as to believe that hacking enough computer networks would somehow bring about change. Worrying, what if it DID? Our aim now is to teach our kids to bully others into submitting to their will? Why do so many newspaper comments suggest a love for these oxymorons? What kind of world do you want your children to live in, and why does it beg that you leave your logical-morality at the door? This is precisely what Russel falls victim to, even before we saw the banker's note, of how Russel had aimed his stunt at hardworking individuals who, believe it or not, may not have been as blinded by rage as himself. Since when do we generalise? You have a neighbour who works in a bank, you were behind one in Gregg's and in front of one in KFC. Such a swerve away from such dangerous generalisations were exactly what seperated us from terrorists, Nazis and the like. Our whole Kingdom is about tolerance, diversity, debate, passion, love, morality. Well, at least that is what I am feeling its foundations should have been, and believe still could be. Believe you me, I have also seen this government's corruption and abuse. That is precisely why I have come to grow such strong views and visions. Touching darkness, one can become the very thing that they seek to destroy.

Stop.

Therein lies the clue. Fighting. Fighting is futile. We have become warriors, darn us. Through our trials, our death and destruction, our life and suffering, our mental illness and cancer, our deceit and betrayal, our loss and faithless spirits. We have come through so many things and the desire to fight is most natural. How can we live without resisting? It would be scary to imagine me never finding a reason to live, a desire to push back mental illnesses. It would be heartbreaking to see people told that they have cancer, and watch as they shrug their shoulders and exit the hospital, dreamlike it would seem. Dreamlike. No. It is not our sttyle. Be it by choice or genes, or both, who wants to be stuck with something? Even me, completely btoken and devoid of hope, came to enjoy life a bit, five or so years later, the progress is still slow, but progress nonetheless: someday I may experience happiness again. Why? Why would I look forward to such an...unknown? Is that not meaningless? Or meaningful desperation? We do it because it is not natural to suffer. I know, I know. This might sound like some easy mother nature summary, and if you believe in that then do so without fear, but it is not what I do. It is tied to one of my core philosophies. That everyone is, or was, at one point, moral. It is an observation been made by other yes, but to me it is highly relevant because I had a eureka moment upom realising how true and undeniable it was to my green eyes. It is our foundation. All start moral and clear, wanting to live and full of health (Mentally.)

Other philosophers may have put it in fancier wording, (I never got around to finishing this. I still can but will post as is, for now.