Simply put, I personally have to believe that the events currently going on in Myanmar are easily some of the most inspiring events I have ever witnessed in my twenty-six years on this planet though, sadly, it looks like they're degenerating into some of the most tragic. For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, some linkage:
This is purely and truly the epitome of what everyone refers to as the "indomitable Human Spirit" and it has been an absolutely bittersweet effort on my part to sit behind this same keyboard as I have for the past four days, eating up all the info I can on something so beautiful develop into sheer horror. This is the kind of resolve that I wish minute-by-minute, hour-by-hour, day-after-day that more people in this country, hell, in this world could exhibit on their own; the resolve, the desire to stand up and call bullshit on what is obviously wrong with their so called government, and do it with such poise and acceptance of their fate despite the precedent set before them the last time a protest like this occurred. And it sickens me that face-to-face with an assemblage of peaceful non-compliance in the face of real terror the first response of these so called human beings in charge of this nation are to act like wild beasts who find themselves a harmless rabbit to tear asunder.
"People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people."
I know that's the cheap and easy quote for me to go for given that I'm a huge dork and it's an easy quotable from one of my favorite Graphic Novels turned Feature Film (that's V for Vendetta by the way), but it's also a statement that so succinctly sums up how societies all across the globe should approach every day life. And yes, I know that that despite how many problems we might each and all personally have with our respective governments chances are things are not as bleak and extreme as they are for those poor souls in areas such as Myanmar here, or god help me the majority of the African continent, but the point is the minute you give up even the slightest bit to people who should by and large be working for we the people they will continue to take and take and take until there is nothing left for you, for your family, for your children and your children's children.
These people have had enough and they're "fighting" back. Standing in the face of a tyranny that has slapped them in the face and pushed them to the ground for decades, they're standing back up and getting ready to take a full swing on the chin for what they believe is right. The best we can do as a country in the good old USofA is talk about how funnily tragic it is that Britney Spears is a little chubbier now and embarrassed herself at an award show that was addressing noises that I can't even bring myself to recognize as music anyways. It's fucking horrifying it is, and shameful. And yet the best I can do is sit behind this goddamn keyboard slamming away with my digits and refreshing a tab to the right to see if the body count has risen any in the past hour, or to reflect in horror what can only be happening to the 200 that were taken into "custody". Who's the hypocrite here?
This is me. This is who I am. I pretend I hate, but it's only because I probably care too damn much and realize that no good ever comes from that. But I'll be bloody well damned if I'm not going to at least have my say, insipid as it may be...