My Writing

The year is 2012 and disaster has struck. It goes a little something like this.

People are mindless drones. We are sheep. We get up, we go to work, we eat, we sleep, we procreate, some of us engage in recreational activities from time to time, and most of us watch a lot of TV. That nearly sums up the daily life of Average Joe. At least, that’s what we used to be like. Plato had it right when he said the people needed to be governed by the philosophers because in general they were not capable of correctly governing themselves. He also had it right when he said that this would never work in a practical sense. Instead, we are left with a variety of differing forms of government across the planet, most of which do not work, and all of which are rife with corruption to varying degrees. Life is a big conspiracy. Before the disaster of 2012 you could have read a hundred different authors who would all tell you their conclusions on what the “big conspiracy” is. A few of them were even right. Unfortunately, like most people who are right, they were summed up as crack-pots and dismissed out of hand, their warnings and notions ignored completely. The funny thing about hindsight is that it’s always 20/20.

                The big conspiracy that changed the world had to do with the war on Saddam Hussein and the nuclear warheads he had hidden somewhere. The conspiracy was that he never had warheads and the US was just using that as a convenient excuse to continue the war that was leaving them ridiculously wealthy. Then the banks crashed and the economy went into a global recession. Some countries fared better than others. America didn’t do so well. Economists started to point out that the countries of the world were so far in debt to each other that there wasn’t actually enough money in existence in the world to fully pay back all of those debts. Someone got the bright idea that all the countries should just forgive each other all their debts, since there was no way they were ever going to see the money anyway. That’s the funny thing about despotism; you typically don’t have to answer to anyone. It might have worked too, but we never got the chance to find out. Something even more terrible happened, and it started with the nuclear warheads the US was looking for.

                You see, those warheads existed, they just weren’t anywhere near where the US government was looking for them. They were in possession of a philosopher, not a terrorist. The idea of terrorism is to instill fear in your intended target. It doesn’t matter if you kill people, or how many you kill, the goal is to make your target live in fear of a possible future attack. Terrorists usually identify themselves because they want you to be afraid of them. The attacks of 9/11 were an example of very effective terrorism: those attacks changed the way Americans lived their lives and interacted with their neighbours. It doesn’t matter that there were, proportionally speaking, very few deaths. It terrified Americans to their core; look how easy it was for them to do this to us on our own homeland. But these warheads weren’t in the hands of a terrorist who identified himself and threatened the people of the world. They were in the hands of a philosopher and that made it much worse for the general public. The philosopher, whose name is really unimportant because his actions weren’t intended to set himself apart within the human race, but rather to better it as a whole, let’s call him Fred. Fred had a plan; Fred had a very good plan that he had put a lot of thought into. He had amassed funds, gained support from many different factions – all joining his cause (or what they knew of it) for very different reasons – and he had acquired a lot of weapons – we’ll say Weapons of Mass Destruction, because that’s what the US government likes to call them. So much so that it had almost become a catch-phrase before Fred’s attack. Fred had several targets because Fred knew there was a lot of corruption in the world and if he intended to simultaneously take them all out for the betterment of humanity, he needed a lot of warheads. That was Fred’s sole purpose: the betterment of humanity. He cared naught for money; he could not have been bought off or bribed. He cared naught for any political faction. He cared naught for the individual human life because Fred knew that individuals were sheep and the world was getting overpopulated anyway, humanity needed to survive, but not in such enormous quantities. We were solely consuming our planet. Fred knew that humans had long passed through their “Golden Age” and were spiralling into decline. The US government was following the footsteps of the Great Roman Republic of the past, the Middle East was tearing itself apart with its’ constant wars and gouging out the oil of the world, the Chinese were killing each other because of overpopulation, the Africans were without food, medical services, and clean water, and the world as a whole was slowly drifting towards chaos.


And so it goes...
This isn't one of my best writing pieces, but given the tone and direction of Prince's work I figured it would be a good fit for what we have been working on.