Class WAR

It only takes a spark… The masses had become a powder-keg. Immigrants have been devalued to less than human field implements. The overwhelming number of poor are unable to realize their dreams of equality, security, and freedom. The shrinking middle class has been shackled with the impossible task of stabilizing our nations economic and social shortcomings. And the OverClass have long since fallen to the will of Goliath. Very few have escaped his control; and those who have are politically, economically, and socially marginalized. It’s no wonder that this second insurgency is rising--our very own intifada. I heard people yelling in the streets, “ALL ARE ONE BENEATH THE RISEN SON!” The Class-War has begun.

-Trooper Chrysalis-

Time of Change

Many of us have found a new hope. Our lives are being transformed by the revelation that no matter how oppressive Goliath has become, there is still something worth living for and something worth fighting for. But we will no longer wage war the way Goliath does. Our battle is not with flesh and blood but with any idea that sets itself against the knowledge of truth. The struggle against Goliath has physically changed. Our sense of self is returning as we are immersed in redeeming waters, no longer downing in them, but resurrected through them. Washed clean--a new creation. This could be the beginning. This could be our time of change.

-Trooper Chrysalis-

Have you heard of the Red Fist Revolution?

Red Fist Revolution: At work today someone was whispering about it. The name spread like a fire through our ranks. I found their manifesto online, bold as brass, at http://RedFistRevolution.com and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Their words contain hope, and it’s been so long since I’ve had any hope.

“For only love can turn an enemy into a friend. Only love can redeem a broken and empty land. In the end, only love can truly change the world for the betterment of all mankind.”

I have to find them…

-Trooper Chysalis-

The Red Fist Manifesto

We, the members of the Red Fist Revolution, do hereby swear to the life-long struggle against Goliath, its OverClass, its World Economic System, and all organizations, corporations, governments, and like-entities that act to enslave the body, heart, mind, and soul of mankind.

We believe that all human beings are endowed with certain inalienable rights:

Freedom of Speech,

Freedom to Assembly,

Freedom of Expression,

Freedom of Religion,

Freedom from Discrimination,

And the right to live and work in safety and peace.

We believe in clothing the naked, feeding the hungry, healing the sick, rehabilitating the lawless, visiting the imprisoned, and welcoming the alien and stranger.

We believe in personal and national redemption.

We believe that mankind is fashioned in the image of its Creator. As such, all human life has worth and is sacred.

We are not pacifists, but neither will we wage war the way Goliath does. These battles we fight are not against flesh and blood alone, but they are within the theatre of idea. Our struggle is with the power that sets itself against the knowledge of Truth.

Therefore, we fight in the streets with protests and nonviolent civil disobedience.

We speak out against injustice and corporate bondage.

We picket against debt and impoverishment.

We use our bodies to clog the gears of neo-feudalism that exploits us all.

We set ourselves against those who would rape the land for its bounties without protecting its sanctity.

We struggle to destroy the walls of class between rich and poor, the Haves and the Have-Nots.

We rally against futile wars, hyper-corporatization, nationalism, and all the machinations of the OverClass that use us to achieve their primitive accumulation of empire.

In doing this we continue to recognize the sanctity of life by forgiving those who trespass against us and turning our cheek to those who abuse us. And to all these things we add love:

The love of God,

The love of family and friends,

The love of all mankind,

And even the love for those who persecute us.

For only love can turn an enemy into a friend. Only love can redeem a broken and empty land. In the end, only love can truly change the world for the betterment of all mankind.

Our fists are stained with the blood of our struggle, its redemption, and the victory to come.

We are the Red Fist Revolution

Working Class Automaton

We have nothing to sell but our skins. The once brave troopers of the resistance against Goliath are now being assimilated. The working class is the under-class. We are being fashioned into automatons, technocratic cogs in the machine that is Goliath. The idea that we are free, with lives and histories, is being wiped away. The vessel of society is being filled with the routines of a simulacra of life. Somehow it doesn’t seem real to me. I have to constantly remind myself that I’m not a slave in this mechanized trap. I am unique. I was created in the image of God. I have worth. I’m not just a robot, a working-class automaton. We need to replace this vessel with something radically different. We need a fresh new start… a brand new day.

-Trooper Chrysalis-

Paralyzed

Fear! Fear is at the root of the vast majority of mankind’s scruples. The fear of losing our jobs, losing our homes, losing our friends, and losing our status in society. The fear of foreign powers, foreign people, terrorists, and the like. The fear of the unknown, and most of all the fear of pain and death. Fear tears movements apart, and stops people from questioning. Fear can also be used as a tool for controlling others. The decisions we make in fear are the ones most costly to others and ourselves. Friends are lost because of decisions made in fear. People die because of decisions made in fear. And power is held when we fear those who have the ability to use both force and fear against us. Fear is the great paralyzer. Our struggle against Goliath has been lost because of fear.

-Trooper Chrysalis-

Back Stabbers

Goliath is brilliant! He has managed to create competition in our ranks. Even though we fight against him, it’s his fields we labor in, and his factories in which we work. Jobs are scarce, and we compete for survival. The struggle against Goliath is turning inwards towards our neighbors, and they become the enemy. The back-stabbers, the traitors, have weakened our true fight. Sister selling out sister. Brother selling out brother. All for security, stability, money, and a false perception of control. I don’t want to compete against my comrades, but as I turn the other cheek I have to pull this knife out from my back. Our house is divided, and our ranks are broken.

-Trooper Chrysalis-

Drowning Again

It’s easy to get lost. The stress and pressure of engagements, the sleepless nights, the questions of whether this war should even be fought. The sites, the noise, the fears, all wash over me. I feel the fall begin. My footing gets unsteady, and I slip beneath the waves. I need someone to save me. But if someone comes, how will I be able to keep from dragging them down with me? We will drown together. The insurgency is taking its toll. 

-Trooper Chrysalis-

I Can't Stop

There is something seductive about the struggle. Maybe it’s the adrenaline and excitement of the battle, or maybe it’s just something inherent in the nature of mankind. I know I shouldn’t long for violence, to pull the proverbial trigger against my enemy--against Goliath. But the truth is, I do long for it. My grip on right and wrong, on compassion and justice, is slipping, and I don’t know what will happen to me when this is all over. I know it sounds stupid, but I can’t stop wanting… wanting Goliath to fall...wanting the battle. I think I’m slipping.

-Trooper Chrysalis-

The Obsession

I’m not going to lie and say I’m not obsessed. I love it! Our struggle against Goliath has become all encompassing. The Single Integrated Optional Plan, his arsenal of destruction and fear, is overwhelming. It’s no wonder so many nations covet this kind of power. Granted, these types of weapons don’t hinder our advances against the OverClass, but they do kowtow other countries that would have any type of independent stand against Goliath. The battle for hearts and minds has pushed me to the edge. This is, I suppose, a confession of sorts. I hate this obsession!

-Trooper Chrysalis-

The War Has Come Home

The war has come home. We thought that we held them at bay for a long time, but they were already here. The battle lines weren’t as clear as they are now, and presently you can see them as clear as day. On the hills and in the valleys, through the deserts and the plains our enemy has marched and claimed the land. With no regard for human life, except in which way it can be exploited, they make their alter to mammon. They put their own gains ahead of us all, and have become our OverClass. It is the OverClass who really make the decisions behind our politicians. I’m not saying anything you don’t already know, but I just feel like it needs to be said. There are those of us who resist. We are the Davids of the world, and they (as you will also know) are called Goliath. They’ve got everything they need to wage a silent and invisible war against us, and we, like David, have only stones in hand. But we’ll fight.

-Trooper Chrysalis-