[MDP] A Soapbox not a Pulpit

Day 1,819, 22:26 Published in Canada Canada by Muglack
Here's the music.

Long story short, I wrote a long winded and elegant article about the future of eCanada. I wrote about where we've been (like in my history of the MDP article), where we are now, and what needs to happen in the future.

I started by saying that if eCanada's tumultuous and mercurial past were to be summed up into only a handful of words those words would be theft, deceit, disappearance, collusion, and betrayal. I spoke about how those words have been able to do whatever we have never been able to accomplish. They have found a way to work together and it has cost us all greatly.

I made allegories about eCanada being a ship lost at sea that has sprung leak. How it's quickly filling with water and that we need people who are willing to throw away the past and help bale more than we need people who are more concerned about their baggage then they are about doing any real work to help us save the ship.

I wrote about my own transgressions and how walking down that dark path has allowed me to better see the forest for the trees, rather than be blinded by a devotion and love for a black and white society that could truly never exist.

I asked for the MDP to elect me on the 15th so that I could take the dictator's throne and transform it. Not into a pulpit from which I would preach doom and destruction to anyone that refused to listen but into a soapbox so that anyone who could hear what I was saying would see the truth behind my words and by adding their own voices to mine make the message stronger.

I finished the article by saying that on November 15th I hope that people agree with my message and my goals so that I can get to work and start handing out buckets.

Then I clicked the preview button to see if my image links worked. As a result eRepublik refreshed my page and all of my writing was gone. All of those words which I had written were gone. So much dust in the wind.

But instead of getting mad and giving up, I decided that my frustration wasn't going to stop me. So I wrote what you just read. It's not as flowery as before or nearly as well written, but the message is the same.