James

A World War: the most brutal, the most complete, the most universal, the most effective.Each Country, each city, each countryside, each house, each person, each is a large or small battleground. On the one side is neoliberalism, with all its representative power and its machinery of death; on the other side is the human being. There are those who resign themselves to being one more number in the huge exchange of Power. There are those who resign themselves to being slaves. He who is himself master to slaves also cynically walks the slave’s horizontal ladder. In exchange for the bad life and the crumbs that Power hands out, there are those who sell themselves, resign themselves, surrender themselves.In any part of the world, there are slaves who say they are happy being slaves. In any part of the world there are men and women who stop being human and take their place in the gigantic market that trades in dignities.But there are those who do not resign themselves, there are those who decide not to conform, there are those who do not sell themselves, there are those who do not surrender themselves. Around the world there are those who resist being annihilated in this war. THERE ARE THOSE WHO DECIDE TO FIGHT. In anyplace in the world, anytime, any man or any woman rebels to the point of tearing off the clothes resignation has woven for them and cynicism has dyed gray. Any man or woman, of whatever color, in whatever tongue, speaks and says to himself or to her self: ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! YA BASTA!Enough is enough of lies! Enough is enough of crime! Enough is enough of death! Enough is enough of war, says any man or woman!Any man or woman, in whatever part of any of the five continents, eagerly decide to resist power and to construct his or her own path that doesn’t lead to the loss of dignity and hope.Any man or woman decided to live and struggle for his or her part in history. No longer does power dictate his or her steps. No longer does power administer life and decide death.Any man or woman responds to death with life, and responds to the nightmare by by dreaming and struggling against war, against neoliberalism, for humanity…For struggling for a better world, all of us fenced in and threatened with death. The fence is reproduced globally. In every continent, every city, every countryside, every house. Power’s fence of power closes in on the rebels. For whom humanity is always grateful.BUT FENCES ARE BROKEN, In every house, In every country side, In every city, In every state, In every country, In every continent. THE REBELS, WHOM HISTORY HAS REPEATEDLY GIVEN US THE LENGTH OF ITS LONG TRAJECTORY, STRUGGLE AND THE FENCE IS BROKEN.THE REBELS SEARCH EACH OTHER OUT. THEY WALK TOWARDS ONE ANOTHER.THEY FIND EACH OTHER AND TOGETHER BREAK OTHER FENCES. IN THE COUNTRYSIDE AND IN THE CITIES, IN THE STATES, IN THE NATIONS, ON THE CONTINENTS, THE REBELS BEGIN TO RECOGNIZE EACH OTHER, TO KNOW THESELVES AS EQUAL AND DIFFERENT. THEY CONTINUE ON THEIR FATIGUING WALK, WALKING AS IT IS NOW NECISSARY TO WALK, THAT IS TO SAY, STRUGGLING…I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4