Democracy: Addendum

I didn’t wish to leave a “hanging chad” so to speak about mentioning my feelings about the institution of democracy and let that be a prefacing statement to my blog.  I want to be clear that while I may criticize many of the parts of what it means to pursue democracy, I do not believe that what it stands for as a system of management is wholly beyond redemption.

The evils and sorrows of a system from a large democratic process have been written about endlessly, and I do not wish to be a part of an argument that has gone nowhere from the beginning, but I am willing to do what it takes to start heading in a direction of alternate reason and debate that provokes a sensation of pride in logic once again.

When individuals are confronted with issues of great significance and efficacy I would say that too often they allow themselves to be led astray somewhere along the path by narrow minded passion, benign neglect or paranoia.  Many philosophers of the 20th century took charge of their own fate by sacrificing a lot of what it meant to be human in order to lead the more common man upward, even if their own predicament dictated that they remained static so that the rest of humanity continued moving forward.  Ever since the many upheavals of the 20th century brought the masses a power that they had only dreamed of, the world has been heading towards a new plane of consciousness some could call the 4th dimension or even the 4th wall.  A collective consciousness has become more and more powerful following the days of mass dissemination of information and propaganda, and democracy has only made this sense sharper.

To tell a man on the street that he has the power to shape a nation’s future is only as significant as the power of the nation to shape the world.  Democracy in the United States can be classified as an entirely new beast because of its inherent ability to influence events around the world.  This nation didn’t arrive at such a responsibility overnight, but it did achieve it at a relatively faster pace than most other European governments.  Why is that?

I believe the consensus would be that the cultural role in civilization has always been to progress the interests of the human spectrum.  But that is the very paradox of human existence, that while we persist in dominating our fates and clawing at the fabric of mortality, we never run out of things to be afraid of since death and the threat of pain and suffering migrates with impartiality.  Culture is humanity’s cure for death, and religion is the capsule which contains the medicine.  Is it possible to kill a culture?  To murder posterity?  Can the collective consciousness of millions of ancestors die?

Some people would probably guess that the primal urge to procreate is an involuntary twitch against the progressive shortening of life and breath, but I would answer it another way.

Men and women are products of Fate or Providence which has bound them together with the threads of time and given them the simple command to untie themselves.  They push and pull and claw at each other, even attempting to kill the other so that the defeated could pass through and free the one left alive, but to no avail.  So they stop seeing the other as an “other” or enemy and turn the tables on fate, and another is brought into this world for fate to control.  On and on this process repeats itself until a man or woman whom Fate cannot bind is born.  A product of purely human effort and will who owes nothing to the impartial apparatus of circumstance.  These men and women rise up to champion a legacy that can create an entire people, an astounding epoch.  But men and women are still human and we are always susceptible to fallibility, which is where culture takes center stage.

Certain individuals come  into the world and see human life from another angle of the spectrum, the broad end.  Those people see a different picture than the rest of us and once they see it, it haunts them and follows them until they march into their graves like everyone else.  But they whisper to us in words they never speak and we hear parts of clues within ourselves as we learn to live as adults, while becoming a part of a society and grow old until that whisper becomes a deafening cacophony of guilt, rage and paranoia.  “Every generation blames the one before.”

Every individual who can feel the dagger of time twisting inside of their gut strives forward with only one thing to light their path.  Conscience.  But is conscience just a trick by Providence used to lead us into self-doubt?  Are we on one single path, or does Fate keep many other paths hidden from us so that our own lives are easy to predict and affect?  Culture, to put it simply, is the answer and not government or laws.  Culture gave birth, purpose and direction to government, and laws were established to uphold justice in the face of amorphous dissent.

Where a soldier or civilian might not swear fealty to a person or a government, can a person by choice not be within the culture that gave them their reasoning power and determination while preparing them for adulthood?  What about the folks who abandon the ways of their forefathers for a foreign oath that they might find just, or better than the ways before?  This is what America offers to millions around the world, trademarked and packaged in a pretty little box labeled “FREEDOM”.  Hordes of uncivilized and uneducated scoundrels pour over the pristine white picket fences surrounding Western civility and fairness, trampling the pearls of decency, liberty and modesty underfoot.  So I hope you see the problem then.  Traitors to a government, but not to the soul of the culture that raised them to act in a particular manner.

So what does this have to do with culture and its impact on American imperialism?  Today the descendants of white Western European pioneers in the United States are witnessing a war to determine what culture can affect the fate of others & vice versa.  The battlefield is the womb, the weapons are money & propaganda and the generals are never seen.

So can a culture feel pain, or become sick and diseased?  Is a culture a living entity that can determine its own path or is it tied to the fate of a community?  Cultures have certainly appeared and disappeared, recorded within the codices of history, but did they die, or simply vanish?  Did they evolve to keep from dying or is culture just a monolithic lie with multiple facets that converge with the boundaries of nations and principalities?

Multiculturalism as a program (but more like a fetus grown in a laboratory) was created to silence the echoing fears of a culture in its death throes, a lullaby meant to assuage a waking lion.  When all cultures have an equal right to exist, all cultures have an equal chance of the opposite.  The only people who have faith that the proposal of multicultural and multilingual communities work, are the people who have the most to gain and the least to lose.  If Western European culture held sway over a large portion of a society’s people, but was then forced to disembowel itself for the sake of those less fortunate or those less inclined to have the will to power, what does humanity as a whole gain?  Nothing less than a power vacuum that rips to shreds the hopes and dreams of millions of people who had faith in their own people and who gazed into the stars with clear eyes and asked “Where to next?”.  What is left in the wake of such a tragedy?

Gutless men and women who see death as an ally and life as a disease – and the cure is apathy.