Manifesto I

I hereby proclaim an alarming call to action for anyone who holds the ripped hemp pieces of the constitution in their hands. We are in danger of extinction through the same characteristics that make us thrive. A call to arms sounding high with just principles resonating in the ears of the young and pass through them with steadfast motion. To reciprocate their actions we must hold our tongues and raise our hands. It is through our sheer numbers do we speak. In our shadows we see plain the history in our decent, that we are the children of something inherent and original. Our disdain can be found in the pages of history, but not the one that is being given to our children. It is hidden because the original ideas of truth, reason, and patriotism have been contorted in such a way that the entire system of modern economics and government ignore their properties. Through the words and lives of those once lived can we raise their meanings from the dead. For I did not know what curiosity I could describe other then the one that lay dormant inside all of us. I joyfully hold my brothers and sisters hands to symbolize equality, unity, and love. And through these principles do I ask them to rise to their feet. We are not the children of the flower, nor are we the children of the modern man. We are stuck in equilibrium at our present state while the governing systems above us continue to represent themselves and not the people.

This is no grand epiphany nor is it hard to see, one merely needs to study history for a very short period of time to realize that governing systems in our country usually tend to mend and devastate democracy. In its true nature, a democracy implies a certain intellectual responsibility on its citizens. It is the responsibility of those citizens to make informed and reasonable decisions based off of factual evidence and the common stages of decision making. The Electoral College was implemented because it was noticed that the country as a whole did not have the means or technology to fully educate the entire population on matters of presidential elections or federal legislation. So the real power of the individual was handed over immediately to the ephemeral machine of government. Have we forgotten our own history as a revolutionary state? Have we been so broken by the opposition that we have not the muscle to rise above it? Like a traumatized Vietnam War veteran, it is better to forget that which is problematic to your way of life. I can only read about democracies victory in fiction because I have not seen what a democracy means; I have only seen in action the efforts to restore it. Like an orphan, abandoned by his mother, I ramble to find knowledge of my origins. Because the world as it stands today is ambiguously detrimental to the freedom of the individual. If it is us that make the decision, and instead of maintaining the grain, couldn’t we use the drive of democracy to create a better world for our children? If I were to wake from a horrid dream and look upon my world with eyes unclouded then I would desperately shut them again and hope I never see such disaster again.


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Andy Valenzuela for Skinnie Magazine