Hope is a wonderful thing. Even in the darkest of times, hope gives us the strength to keep working toward a goal in the face of impossibility or to keep fighting for life even though all evidence points to the contrary. Hope is what can lead to miracles, to beauty, and to revolutions.
But hope can be a treacherous thing as well. It can blind those standing on train tracks to believe that the train heading towards them will stop in time or to believe, despite hearing the whistle as clear as day, that the light at the end of the tunnel is not a train at all. It can fool people living in unbearable circumstances, who are listening to their own governments denounce them as criminals and parasites worthy of eradication to believe that things are going to get better. Things will get better, in their mind, because they have to.
Despite everything I have seen from all levels of government in the US, the mainstream media, and worst of all, from the American people, I still have to admit that I have hope that my country will realize the error of its ways and attempt to return to some sense of sanity and normalcy. I hope that the American people realize that deliberately crashing our economy, shredding the Bill of Rights, and placing the majority of the population on house arrest was not only a bad idea but an act of treason on the part of government officials and a terrifying lesson in why government by emotion, outrage mob, and fear always leads to the same thing – the imposition of tyranny, the erosion and elimination of civil liberties, and the empowering of would-be tyrants to no longer “would-be” but “be.”
I still have that hope but I do not have expectations.
Instead, I expect more and more people will come to question the wisdom of acquiescing to quasi martial law. I expect those numbers to grow but not so great a number as to have any real effect in forcing change and a return to a respect for civil liberties and general sanity. There will be more protests. Perhaps there will be riots and violence. I also expect, whatever happens, it will be entirely too late.
But even with that being said, a sizeable portion of the population will continue to pat itself on the back for being good comrades and following all the rules. They will live their lives believing that staying at home and snitching on their neighbors who did not live in fear, saved the world from a deadly virus. Most of them will remember our current time this way. But no doubt many of them will forget what the virus was called and will barely remember anything more than a few blurry weeks at home before something happened and we justifiably came to live the way we do.
But it is because of this strange hope that I have written yet another article despite believing the former would be my last. I hope that, even if we do not change course in the immediate future, there will at least be a record of dissent and that not everyone agreed with throwing our rights to the wolves and giving our voices away to sheep. Perhaps this registered dissent will be a seed for someone, long in the distant future, to become inspired and attempt to regain what the generations currently inhabiting the earth tossed aside in fear and laziness.
But that is my hope, not my expectation.
History is full of people rebelling and even having revolutions to try and get rights and freedoms from those that deemed themselves superior, who believed they had the right to rule people. It took centuries to get rights for the people and you’re watching it all go down the tubes voluntarily under the guise of the big psych-terror drive you’re watching day after day after day. And you’ll never get those rights back once you give them up.