[Marat/Sade] Are you proud, you, descendants of apes?

Day 1,541, 17:06 • Published in Bulgaria Switzerland • by LitoII


Hello dear ... people.

The article today is an extraordinary one. It is unusual one. Unfortunately, it is not my own work, but a translation of a friend of mine's one. We've both worked on it really hard to finish with a strong, comprehensive and a finished text. It is not to be liked. I bet that some of you might be offended. But I loved the truth that stays behind the words. The example given is part of the eBulgarian eLife, but I am pretty much sure that everybody could find his or her own example for the issue presented.


PS: I'd like to thank Sasha Vladimirovna for the permission to publish her text in English and for her help in the translation process. Thank you 🙂



Viva la Marat! Viva la Revolution!

Each month - a new leader. New party presidents, new congressmen... and always the same problems. Every single month the same questions, the same answers. Disillusions after hopes, denunciations after resolutions.. Why not empeachment. Politics is a hybrid between a war and the theater. And it always comes to that simple song from the "Marat/Sade" play. It eulogises the fighter for rights and condemns those in power.

Poor old Marat in you we trust
You work till your eyes turn as red a rust
But while you write their on your track
The boots mount the staircase
The doors thrown back

Leadership is ungreatfulungreatful. You can trust only yourself but in the mean time you must delegate and thus depend on other people. It is not a rare case, when you are getting let down by exactly those people, to whom you have put all your trust. Those, who you actually have known from the start. And that's pretty much the moment when it gets difficult to fulfill your greatest ideas and when you confront the ugly greediness of people around you.

Four years after we started fighting
Marat keeps up with his writing
Four years after the bastille fell
He still recalls the old battle yell

Down with all of the ruling class
Throw all the generals out on their ass

I had a dream: being a hostage of aborigines on a tropical island. They summoned their sea goddess - a woman with glaucous veil and glassy lucent body, to dispence justice. Stunning like a mermaid, she spread the light of Truth. Looking at the people then... some of them were all right, bUUt others were rotten from the inside - with stomachs like an opened cavity, a place of warms and pus. As they saw themselves, most of them got so horrified, that they simply jumped off the cliffs. I did not dare to look at my own body. Then an old friend came to me. Cold and rude, he said thing that I could not bear. I just woke up...

This is the 'cruel reality'. All women are bitches, all men are pigs. Together they make the brute and embittered society we live in.That's where all of our problems derive from. It is neither the CP, nor the congressMEN. Not even the morally perverted political parties. It is all coming from the primitive thinking and the herd instinct. All it takes, is one to decide he was bored in order all the sheep to follow them, like a natural human disaster. Always displeased at what they posess, always wanting more and more, sometimes even so impudent, that they overtake the authority. Then they cheer the new idiot and celebrate for three days... And then it starts over.
Are you proud, you, descendants of apes?

own with all of the ruling class
Throw all the generals out on their ass

Marat we're poor
And the poor stay poor
Marat don't make us wait any more
We want our rights and we don't care how
We want a revolution
Now

Once upon a time at #erepublik-bulgaria I met the President.
“Are you intetrested in politics?” - he asked me.
“No.” - was my respond.
“You are such a fag...” - with these words he ended our first and last conversation. Ever.

I don't know... maybe I am just alergic to bullshit. However, I must admit: he was a man one of a kind, he's been always interesting to me. Have heard so many legends how he robbed his country and not just once. And I always wonder how much truth exactly is in these words.

Who masters the markets, who plunders the granaries,
Who plays with prices, who collects the money?
He masters the markets, he plunders the granaries,
He plays with prices, he collects the money.

And though, exactly this guy proved the fault is not only in the gov, but the opposite. I shall never forget his attempt to PTO the Bulgarian Democratic Party. On the election’s day he published an article stating that he will be giving q5 tanks for every vote he gets. Suddenly the party's members rose from 300 to 500+. The approved by the Party's HQ candidate was the founder of the only private Kindergarten in eBulgaria, supplying more than 200 young eSouls with bread. And though... the former CP succeeded. He proved how corrupted, unworthy and stupid men are, shouting for his tanks voluntarily in front of the crowd.
And he got tainted for screwing up the oldest eBulgarian political party. And I kind of agree with the crow😛 it is so much easier to accuse somebody else for your own failure , instead of looking in the mirror and facing yourself.

Herd will always have its shepherd. We all know the tale "Up the Down staircase". All these on the upper steps look depraved, don't they? But only those who have actually been there know how ungrateful the society can be and why it deserves its misery. Even if we swap every single citizen for a random one from the outside... the effect will be none. It is just the human nature - to destroy, to rape, to poison their own lives and home.
If you ask me... the Earth will celebrate the day, when the human race finally drowns itself in its own venom. Till then...

Who masters the markets...