My Response to Glove: Who We Are in the eUS

Day 1,793, 20:14 • Published in USA USA • by Jon Malcom

You have all those people.

But you don't have me or people like me.
We're of the old breed but were like young Mustangs. We're just passing through but we might stay awhile. We don't obey your laws and we don't give two flying fuc*s about your government.
We know the common man but we've rubbed elbows with Presidents, military commanders, and everyone else in between.
We inspire the depressed, motivate the helpless, intimidate the tyrant, and impress the girl and if we had to do it all again we'd do it all again for free.
We live for nothing but to keep the audience watching our right hand whilst our left is actually doing the trick.
We are truthful, so truthful it hurts us. We are alone but we are surrounded by friends.

We need you to read our ramblings on some pointless microcosm of a fantasy world but only because you feel empowered and we love to bring the people power.

Some of us are soldiers but not because we want to obey orders, if we wanted that we could've sold out a long time ago, we fight for whatever cause our heart feels tugged to go in. We don't brag for an alliance but only to get a smile from another soldier in the unit.

We'll never be reigned in, never be told what to do or who to obey. Rather than vote for your promised candidate or the one who seeks to destroy the country we call the elections what they have been for awhile: a sham.

You can't buy us, enslave us, or promise us anything from your governments coffers for we lost our naivety years ago for fake promises.
We are your jesters, your comedians, the spice in your world. We are the reason most wake up to read what we can say and we wake up to read what you will say.
We pass on annihilating the young player but seek to use our old rusty weapons against the new giants that seek to destroy our country every month.
We are the misfits, the rebels, the stones who don't move in the rushing water, and the pillars that haven't shrugged yet under all the current turmoil.

We need you and you need us or we don't need you and you can throw us away when we are done with our imagination. Like an empty husk on a constantly turning and quite ruthless world and when we are done you will trample us underfoot and not think a second thing about it.

We are the tramps with the fire that shines the way forward to mankind on it's pathetic virtual existence. We are the hand that reaches to grab those who are weaker but shun the fame for doing so.

Some of us have died and come back to life.
Heroes die oncebut cowards a thousand deaths.

To thine own self be true and love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.


We are the real people. The ones who don't do it for fame or power. We do it for you.
Some of us are women like Bia Pandora's (warrior)/Mazzy Cat(honesty)/Dumb Emma (punk)
Some of us are men like Eugene Harlot (selfless)/Candor-Custer(newsmen)/Jon Malcom (??)

Either way we are many things. We are stones when needed to break down political walls but when we aren't needed we become spirits which pass through the walls of this game. Some of us are ghost that live on through others.
Some of us are kindred spirits.
Some are no one at all.

These are the people that I have chosen to surround myself with, these are the ones who have made me me. We are the glue to your life.

You ask who made an impression on me? All of these people and those who aren't named.

I don't know what you call me or those like me but I think if you stand outside and listen for the wind I'll think you'll hear what we're called.

It will whisper: freedom

And you will bow in silence and hope to hear it again...