November 21, 2011
It occured to me recently, when I recognized the storm-trooper get-up of the Anti-OWS-Army-Of-The-One-Percent in Oakland and Seattle ‘ how much they looked like the firemen of Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451; all done -up in blue-black, with helmets and batons and authority to committ mayhem legally; the firemen whose ironic job it was to burn books. To charcoal what was written. To incinerate the truth.
Jeus said “I am the truth,” which therefore means (if logic and equations mean anything anymore in this universe) that “The truth is me.”
Hug one, hug the other.
“So (he might say), “anytime you stumble upon the truth, dear Christians, you stumble upon me. And, any time you deny the truth (scientific or otherwise), I am denied —regardless of religious affiliation or any other excuse that suits your fancy.
Take another look at Ceasar’s 21st-Century army decked in work blue-black, face-masks, helmets and billy clubs and see if they don’t resemble in uniform and antagonism the good blue-black men of authority who, in Bradbury’s tale, enforce the whims of the toppest class: The Chosen (or so they think of themselves). The Inevitable.