Spite, Refusal, Denial

Good evening, Cyberspace. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this poor sod that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men armed with frozen tuna will soon be on their way. Why? Probably because it's the thought police chasing me for plagiarising V's speech, or the emo police arresting me for being emo.
But the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this individual, isn't there? Obscurity and peculiarity, intolerance and odd or perhaps low self-esteem? Where once he had the freedom to object, to think and speak as he saw fit, he now has censors and systems of surveillance coercing his conformity and soliciting his submission.
How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? There are a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to your inner demons. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Today I sought to end that silence. Today I battled my inner demons, to remind myself of what I had forgotten. His hope was to remind the world that individuality, and self worth are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if your judgement is clouded or remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the the inner demons to continue to brood, unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to search deep and hard for what you truly want, not something that has been forced onto you, or decided for you by you betters, but what you want.