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sirenspull2012-07-08 07:36 pm
integrity) wrote in sirenspull2012-07-08 07:36 pm
22 [Voice]
The citizens of this city, registered and unregistered, are somewhat pathetic.
[Hello, Siren's Port. Have your neighborhood friendly demon, sounding oddly serious and composed.]
We are brought here, against our will, by a mystical force that none of us can control or see. While we are trapped here, we are treated as second-class citizens, the proverbial Rosa Parks on the bus line that is the multiverse, and not weeks after a neighborhood friendly hunt on the newcomer population, individuals seem to have... shrugged it off. Moved along with their lives and their husbands and wives and paper routes and white picket fences.
[There is a slight creak as Crowley shifts in the chair he is sitting in. He pauses slightly, to collect his thoughts, before he continues. A good orator always knows when to draw the line and when to keep talking. He seems to be deciding where it is now.]
Whether or not this is just another display of humanity ignoring when terrible things occur in favor of the new bright and shiny politician on their doorstep is irrelevant. What is relevant is your amazing ability to ignore what is directly in front of you -- we are held in the hands of a group of individuals no more or less powerful than we are and yet we are the second-class. Even those registered as citizens, those with powers in government -- you can't tell me you are truly invited to the weekly bridge game of our Canadian cousins.
[And suddenly, his voice grows slightly harder.]
What will it take for all of you to realize that we are nothing more than cattle in a small pen being poked at with sticks? Would it be the brutal murder of someone you love or the relinquishment of supposed unalienable rights that you hold onto so tightly? What will it take for you to finally open your eyes and understand that you aren't free. Your tiny little slice of life is nothing more than an illusion fed to you by a series of corporations and egotistical human overlords who think themselves better than everyone else because they have a pretty picture stamped on an ID card. So come on -- be honest. What would you rather have -- eternal peace at the price of freedom or the knowledge that you did something potentially great regardless of the consequences?
[There is the clink of a glass -- and Crowley ceases talking. But the feed stays open.
It's a serious question. And a testing of the waters.
He wants to know how many dangerous people are truly in the Port.]
[Hello, Siren's Port. Have your neighborhood friendly demon, sounding oddly serious and composed.]
We are brought here, against our will, by a mystical force that none of us can control or see. While we are trapped here, we are treated as second-class citizens, the proverbial Rosa Parks on the bus line that is the multiverse, and not weeks after a neighborhood friendly hunt on the newcomer population, individuals seem to have... shrugged it off. Moved along with their lives and their husbands and wives and paper routes and white picket fences.
[There is a slight creak as Crowley shifts in the chair he is sitting in. He pauses slightly, to collect his thoughts, before he continues. A good orator always knows when to draw the line and when to keep talking. He seems to be deciding where it is now.]
Whether or not this is just another display of humanity ignoring when terrible things occur in favor of the new bright and shiny politician on their doorstep is irrelevant. What is relevant is your amazing ability to ignore what is directly in front of you -- we are held in the hands of a group of individuals no more or less powerful than we are and yet we are the second-class. Even those registered as citizens, those with powers in government -- you can't tell me you are truly invited to the weekly bridge game of our Canadian cousins.
[And suddenly, his voice grows slightly harder.]
What will it take for all of you to realize that we are nothing more than cattle in a small pen being poked at with sticks? Would it be the brutal murder of someone you love or the relinquishment of supposed unalienable rights that you hold onto so tightly? What will it take for you to finally open your eyes and understand that you aren't free. Your tiny little slice of life is nothing more than an illusion fed to you by a series of corporations and egotistical human overlords who think themselves better than everyone else because they have a pretty picture stamped on an ID card. So come on -- be honest. What would you rather have -- eternal peace at the price of freedom or the knowledge that you did something potentially great regardless of the consequences?
[There is the clink of a glass -- and Crowley ceases talking. But the feed stays open.
It's a serious question. And a testing of the waters.
He wants to know how many dangerous people are truly in the Port.]
[Video]
[Almost boredly.]
I simply want to see whether or not the citizens of this population can rub more than two brain cells together in order to form their own opinions, instead of ones forced down their throats.
[Video]
Maybe they don't like expressin' 'em so loud as you.
[Not meant to be disrespectful at all.]
[Video]
[Video]
[Bread goes in covered bowl. Voila! Now... to the pies.]
M'daddy used t'say that sometimes a softer voice gets heard much more'n someone shoutin' at the top o' their lungs.
Jus' look at Dr. King.
[He's from Atlanta okay?]
[Video]
[And Crowley pauses.]
You do realize Doctor King was assassinated, right?
[Video]
Legislation is just a start. Where it goes from there depends on the folks enforcin' it. C'n go fer the good or fer the bad.
[And that gets him a dirty look. He's from Atlanta, Crowley. He knows that Dr. King was killed.]
So was Gandhi. That don't mean that what they stood for an' what they accomplished was any less than those that shout and wave around weapons. Or those that would incite others t'do it, an' then come out on top later.
[Video]
[Mildly.]
Both have their faults and both did things wrong. Don't preach to be about the idolization of pacifism when history dictates that it doesn't work.
[Video]
[Rolling out dough, lalalala.]
An' it did work. Not immediately, not fast, an' they both had t'become martyrs first, but it worked.
[Shrug.]
Back home, bein' an army don't work. Pilin' up the bodies don't work. Maybe time t'try somethin' different.
[Video]
[Staring.]
Racism still exists. Discrimination still exists. It's existed for billions of years and it will continue to exist for billions more. The act of thinking you're better than another is ingrained in every species in the history of the universe. The defiant acts of two humans were thoughtful and touching, but meaningless.