The Song of Mac Zed of the Johnson Family
The following is but the first verse of greatness... Thunder sounds as I press submit... If you yearn for the next verses, contact me at katrynsbro@yahoo.com
Verse 1
I stand at the dawn of this age of discontent, alone.
For 29 years I have walked this fulcrum planet.
For 29 years I sought and strove to become the dream of myself, perfected and free.
At last, the day has come when I have realized that conviction is not an end in itself, but rather is a means to a framework…and that resolve is but armor for the Great Battle for the Minds of Mankind.
I stand, alone, atop the bedrock of an American Dream.
It rises beneath me and (lo) I, alone, am atop the mountain of Freedom.
I sing as the conscience of good men in the face of evil...
I sing in the name of Time, our collective humbler;
for we are, individually, subjects only to the Ticking Tumblers of Time.
I question those listening…am I the only United States Citizen who understands that holding a truth as self-evident is too much optimism in a world of Bullies, Tyrants and Nuclear Weapons?
For are not self-evident truths destroyed by the nature of the Tyrants and Bullies, that hold self-sacrifice as a measure and slavery as an end?
Do not self-evident truths yield to the mushroom cloud and evaporate with those who wield them, vainly?
In this do I sing…
And I say let the song of Mac Zed echo down to the valley…
Let it echo across the plains…
Let it sweep into the hearts of all men and women that they may be free…
Let it baptize the infants and the young that they may not be stripped of their innocence until they be ready to exchange it for the Ethics of History and the gavel of the judge…
Let it ring out across the oceans of Fulcrum and over the walls of Men…
Let all men declare it as I do…
For I swear by my life and my love of it that no Tyrant, no Bully, no sting of Terror shall ever subjugate me…
I sing out that I will always be and always have been free…
I sing out that my freedom is not negotiable.
I sing out that all Women, the world over, are now and forever more Free…
And I sing out unto all mankind, that we who stand with liberty do so in the hopes that love will endure…
But Endurance implies an enemy…and from the enemies of love and freedom we will not retreat…we the people of Fulcrum will stand firm and united and sing out in unison, "You will not steal my thoughts, Tyrant! For that which separates us from the animal kingdom is our Right to Reason; and our ability to transmit knowledge generationally is our primary Right as a Race…"
I sing out that I will not give ground to a Tyrant that he might mine the ore of my future chains…
I will declare in song until my last breath in my fight of that enemy "NO! You will not chain me, Communist! I denounce you, too, as evil in spirit, Socialist! No! You will not steal from me, Fascist! NO! You will never terrorize me, Bully! For you are a coward that makes of yourself a bomb and sacrifices himself as the embodiment of a twisted, zealous Altruism - and it will be this song that will encant forever upon the winds of Time and upon the tongues of men! I defy you, devilians all! I will mine at the foundations of your houses subterranean! Your walls shall fall in upon you and entomb you as a decidedly false argument!"
I sing it thus, that a code of values accepted by choice is a Code of Morality! And are we not men and women of History? On those grounds of Free Choice, I declare that History is a study in Ethics and until my enemy is willing to meet me in the pulpit of debate with a challenge to the Elemental Rights of Reason, I will hunt him down on the field of battle and I will rain down all technological advantages in my eradication of his subjugation over men!
I sing it now, that you may know it thus, that I will leave no stone unturned in my Elemental Struggle to push the tumblers back into line…
Let the song of Zed Freedom trumpet into the ears of my offenders. Let it quake about the walls of their hearts. Let He that stands against the Rights of Reason and gainst the Free Market know, now, from henceforth that this Atlas will not Shrug…that this Atlas chooses, as is his Moral Right to Life and as is his Imperative of Heritage, to wage War against all enemies of Peace wheresoever they may hide…for when man lives in an Age in which a gun or terror trumps logic, then I say that the elemental truths of mankind are NOT SELF-EVIDENT!!!
And let he that wields the weapon of Terror against the Rights of Reason tremble in dread, as the reverberations of the song of Zed Freedom crash upon the walls of his Fearful cages, for he shall know that this is but my first verse of many!
I sing that in this our Age of discontent, that in this our age of guilt, that in this our Age of the Bully - we shall clearly state the bounds of which no man or state may cross over in the name of Time and our learning of It through History.
I sing that on this day, Time has granted us the Right to Unite Mankind in cooperation towards a New Covenant…A Covenant of Independence, A Covenant of Freedom, A Covenant of Peace, a lasting Covenant based on the realities of Inequality and Scarcity that Exist upon this Fulcrum planet, a Covenant that will no longer subject Us, the Men of the Mind, to dwell in the land of hypocrisy…that stomping ground of the Bully.
May Time grant us the strength and tumblers enough to hold up and uphold this Zed Covenant, I sing.
signed...The Right sort of Eye.
-Gary Hamilton Johnson, Jr.
I stand at the dawn of this age of discontent, alone.
For 29 years I have walked this fulcrum planet.
For 29 years I sought and strove to become the dream of myself, perfected and free.
At last, the day has come when I have realized that conviction is not an end in itself, but rather is a means to a framework…and that resolve is but armor for the Great Battle for the Minds of Mankind.
I stand, alone, atop the bedrock of an American Dream.
It rises beneath me and (lo) I, alone, am atop the mountain of Freedom.
I sing as the conscience of good men in the face of evil...
I sing in the name of Time, our collective humbler;
for we are, individually, subjects only to the Ticking Tumblers of Time.
I question those listening…am I the only United States Citizen who understands that holding a truth as self-evident is too much optimism in a world of Bullies, Tyrants and Nuclear Weapons?
For are not self-evident truths destroyed by the nature of the Tyrants and Bullies, that hold self-sacrifice as a measure and slavery as an end?
Do not self-evident truths yield to the mushroom cloud and evaporate with those who wield them, vainly?
In this do I sing…
And I say let the song of Mac Zed echo down to the valley…
Let it echo across the plains…
Let it sweep into the hearts of all men and women that they may be free…
Let it baptize the infants and the young that they may not be stripped of their innocence until they be ready to exchange it for the Ethics of History and the gavel of the judge…
Let it ring out across the oceans of Fulcrum and over the walls of Men…
Let all men declare it as I do…
For I swear by my life and my love of it that no Tyrant, no Bully, no sting of Terror shall ever subjugate me…
I sing out that I will always be and always have been free…
I sing out that my freedom is not negotiable.
I sing out that all Women, the world over, are now and forever more Free…
And I sing out unto all mankind, that we who stand with liberty do so in the hopes that love will endure…
But Endurance implies an enemy…and from the enemies of love and freedom we will not retreat…we the people of Fulcrum will stand firm and united and sing out in unison, "You will not steal my thoughts, Tyrant! For that which separates us from the animal kingdom is our Right to Reason; and our ability to transmit knowledge generationally is our primary Right as a Race…"
I sing out that I will not give ground to a Tyrant that he might mine the ore of my future chains…
I will declare in song until my last breath in my fight of that enemy "NO! You will not chain me, Communist! I denounce you, too, as evil in spirit, Socialist! No! You will not steal from me, Fascist! NO! You will never terrorize me, Bully! For you are a coward that makes of yourself a bomb and sacrifices himself as the embodiment of a twisted, zealous Altruism - and it will be this song that will encant forever upon the winds of Time and upon the tongues of men! I defy you, devilians all! I will mine at the foundations of your houses subterranean! Your walls shall fall in upon you and entomb you as a decidedly false argument!"
I sing it thus, that a code of values accepted by choice is a Code of Morality! And are we not men and women of History? On those grounds of Free Choice, I declare that History is a study in Ethics and until my enemy is willing to meet me in the pulpit of debate with a challenge to the Elemental Rights of Reason, I will hunt him down on the field of battle and I will rain down all technological advantages in my eradication of his subjugation over men!
I sing it now, that you may know it thus, that I will leave no stone unturned in my Elemental Struggle to push the tumblers back into line…
Let the song of Zed Freedom trumpet into the ears of my offenders. Let it quake about the walls of their hearts. Let He that stands against the Rights of Reason and gainst the Free Market know, now, from henceforth that this Atlas will not Shrug…that this Atlas chooses, as is his Moral Right to Life and as is his Imperative of Heritage, to wage War against all enemies of Peace wheresoever they may hide…for when man lives in an Age in which a gun or terror trumps logic, then I say that the elemental truths of mankind are NOT SELF-EVIDENT!!!
And let he that wields the weapon of Terror against the Rights of Reason tremble in dread, as the reverberations of the song of Zed Freedom crash upon the walls of his Fearful cages, for he shall know that this is but my first verse of many!
I sing that in this our Age of discontent, that in this our age of guilt, that in this our Age of the Bully - we shall clearly state the bounds of which no man or state may cross over in the name of Time and our learning of It through History.
I sing that on this day, Time has granted us the Right to Unite Mankind in cooperation towards a New Covenant…A Covenant of Independence, A Covenant of Freedom, A Covenant of Peace, a lasting Covenant based on the realities of Inequality and Scarcity that Exist upon this Fulcrum planet, a Covenant that will no longer subject Us, the Men of the Mind, to dwell in the land of hypocrisy…that stomping ground of the Bully.
May Time grant us the strength and tumblers enough to hold up and uphold this Zed Covenant, I sing.
signed...The Right sort of Eye.
-Gary Hamilton Johnson, Jr.
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