noun: something pledged as security for repayment of a loan, to be forfeited in the event of a default. adjective: additional, but subordinate; secondary. .
The military mind has long been revered by its own. Structured according to the authoritarian hierarchy, each level of power is clearly delineated. Regardless of rank, all members know precisely the parameters of behavioral expectation. There is order, adherence to which is strict.
Not only is order the rule of the day, when military action is taken each arm of power follows a command.
Compartmentalization rules. All actions are calculated. Strategy and tactic are governed as such. Nobody speaks, or moves, without full awareness of the scope of responsibility and potential outcome. All this seems, on its face, to be a predictable way of life which allows each person the security of knowing his or her choices at any given time.
But, there is an unacknowledged factor.
Because of the strict structure, whenever a command to deploy troops or strike a target is handed down, all those subordinate to the commander must carry out the order according to instructions. If a casual observer, or random figure, or even a trooper enters the frame of established action the value of that person’s life is of no consequence. Such an individual has already been factored in as collateral, calculated as a potential casualty.
In short, if you are not part of the team and happen to be downwind or within sightline of a military action, God be with you. You’re dead.
Lately, the military industrial complex and the business model have welded themselves together. The implications of this cannot be overstated.
As corporations become conglomerates, and these form monopolies, the value of individual contributions is fast becoming a collateral calculation. No longer is a single, creative contributor protected by anyone, unless tapped by a player in the hierarchy. And, if the commander deigns to take an action, one better have a contingency plan in place.
Don’t let yourself be branded as collateral.
Preserve your worth.
Your are no one’s insurance policy. You are not a pledge, to be forfeited by default. Escape now; take solace within your own, authentic, creative mind, before you find yourself bleeding by the side of the road.
© 2/19/19 Ruth Ann Scanzillo. All rights those of the author, whose name appears above this line. Thank you for respecting original material.
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When the English arrived on the North American continent, and discovered its wealth of natural resources, they encountered a native people whose culture was already well established. Instead of considering a peaceful co-existence, and setting about to form such an agreement, one side attempted to suppress the other and was successful in its efforts.
That was the premise upon which our land became a nation. Superiority, via suppression.
Freedom to worship? No; that was just what we were taught in elementary history class. Likely, those who sought a break from the Anglicans were merely encouraged to populate the New World by reserving a seat on the Santa Maria.
Freedom of speech? That came later, too. The first of these was a presumed freedom to lord it over those already rightfully in domain, and preceded the founding of our country by significant bloodshed.
Is it any wonder, then, that the two party system is still in power over the people of these allegedly United States?
We have an entrenched ideology of conquering by division. We, the people, appear to remain confined by two, opposing sides, forced to choose with which of these to align.
And, the two sides, instead of making any real effort to find common ground, persist in digging their heels deeper into the turf of their precious purposes.
Ask a third grade teacher what children tend to fight about. Then ask the teacher if each of the fighting children are permitted their way. Ask, finally, if they are allowed to continue fighting.
Could the drive to fight to acquire that which belongs to another be programmed into our DNA, an adaptation traceable to our forefathers?
Until we, as a nation, return to the premise upon which this continent was conquered, take our independence from its founders seriously, and reach out to what remains of its native people in a spirit of reparation, we can fully expect that their spirits will continue to retaliate from the grave.
Stand with Standing Rock.
(Oh; and, my grandfather was an Englishman. His parents were from Cornwall.)
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