The tyrants' bullies

Most people are brainwashed to trust the police. They don't realize or don't want to realize that the police are the tyrants' bullies. Basically most people believe anything or fool themselves into believing anything the various governments and authorities tell them, in all important matters.

They deny that the police are bullies and inherently violent and brutal, until they experience the violence themselves. This is also true with the Occupy movement.

One voice exemplifies this in excellent ways:

«I am someone who did say ‘The police are here to protect you. They’re here to look out and make sure nothing happens to you’.

But after today I’m very much changed in that opinion. I’m starting to believe some of the things I hear about police intimidation. It makes me feel like we are living in a police state.»

My thoughts on the novel Dreams Belong to the Night by Amos Keppler

This isn’t really a review, as it isn’t detailed enough for that, but more like a burst of excitement.

It’s a great, engaging story. You can hardly put the book down until you’ve read every single word.

Added to that is this:


It’s a story of extreme awareness, for everyone that has ever taken part in protests and have had their skull bashed in by the police. If you are anything like me, if you have suffered years and years of frustration in an effort to achieve true and powerful change in society this is the book for you.

I feel like a part of the story. It speaks to me. I can relate to the characters and to their situation, and the burning in their gut driving them forward.

To those protesting in the UK, United States, Cairo and every other place these days: you should really read the book, to find a focus for your justified anger and rage. I know I have.

Keppler doesn’t just write about ongoing rebellion, but the history of rebellion as well. This is even more precious since those in charge of the current tyrannical society do their best to eradicate all radical information, all critical thought and belief.

This story isn’t just about rebellion. It is rebellion.

We sat around the bonfire at night, not far from what is usually busy city streets and read from the book. I tell you, it was an event, so powerful and engaging.

I feel, in a strange way that the story truly speaks to me and my situation, and not just because the story is set in Copenhagen and Northern Europe and is about politically aware people there.

It speaks to the core of all humans, striving to break free.

"When a man is denied the right to live the life he believes in, he has no choice but to become an outlaw". Nelson Mandela

Priorities

I overheard the following in a music and video store recently:


- Mom, I gotta have this one, gotta have it NOW.

The teenage girl had picked up the recent season collection of one of the most mindless current TV-series, one of those filled with pretty young people and made to celebrate the empty mind, form without content.

- I don’t know if we can afford that right now, honey, the mother said. – We hardly have money for food and won’t get more until next Monday.

- I must have it, the girl whimpered, - must watch it today.

- It costs almost everything we have left, honey, the mother persisted, somewhat patient, but almost as whiny as her daughter. – We won’t have anything to eat for five days.

- I don’t need food, the girl snapped sullenly.


I left. I just couldn’t listen anymore. If I had stayed there a second longer I might have offed both the daughter and her relenting mother.

Case closed. Further comments unnecessary.