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It is a War on our bodies, through comodification of body type in the buying and selling of identity. Our magazines, newspapers, billboards, music videos, television shows, even our bottled water, is attached to a particular idea of sexual beings, pushing both men and women to become either subservient to those ideas, or to be pushed out of the realm of what is deemed beautiful.
It is a War on our minds. Since childhood, our ability to experience the world has been limited to textbooks and one-sided stories that benefit those who wish to control, or at the very least wish to keep us subdued and reliant. From the well-known lies of ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Columbus to the deleted histories of the working class, we have been swindled, and had a large part of the world stolen away from our sight. With the influx of advertising as a form of entertainment, and entertainment as a form of distraction, every facet of our creative self has been forced into a box.
It is a War on our spirit. Those who would like to place copyright on God would claim ownership of the world, and all those that inhabit it. This has had other names, such as slavery and genocide. If we are in fact of a creative God, that is to say that we must be creative. Music, art and poetry have always been the prophetic voice of humanity. When one points to music, art and poetry, and decries it's vulgarity, it decries the vastness of the multitudes of humanity. God makes no profanity. All has been deemed holy by us, and if it is poetic truth, it is prophetic truth.
There is one truth, that which defies control, all else is a mere parody of truth, and a slave song.
The War we fight is vindicated in history by the means with which we fight it. In a world which grows and spins with no regard for the mechanized falsities that inhabit it, knowing that it will continue long past the temporal death cult that scratch the surface, we must take some lessons. The lesson is to grow and create vast beauty in spite of the ugliness of being a man. This is our weapon. If one chooses to take away the freedom and birthright of comfort this world offers, then the weapon of choice is to dance with music of your shackles till they break from your legs. This is not to cast shame or judgment upon those who choose to pick up the gun in defense, some machines must be destroyed.
It is often said that violence is in human nature, part of our being. If that is the case, then the duality would be that resistance to violence is part of the contradiction of being a human, and simply being alive. We can choose what our path will be, and what urges are destructive or constructive. The urge to love and be loved is all powerful, and if given the chance, will control our actions, even in the face of certain suffering, we will choose love every time. Each and every tank, gun and bomb was manufactured by us, and can and will be dismantled and rendered useless by us, if not, they will make us useless, and therefore expendable. Throw rocks at tanks!
Our weapon of choice is our music, and that is merely the gun. The ammunition is our very selves, the bodies that monkey wrench the system of control. If we are to condemn the mechanisms of violence, we must be willing to subvert them.
This is not meant to be grim. Quite the opposite, we are pleading for joy. More joy. Joy in the face of destruction, joy in spite of genocide, joy in salute to sacrifice, pure joy, the final communion of man and god, whatever that god may or may not be.