Our nation's intelligentsia should now be called the National Democracy Protecting Agency (NDPA). Don’t get me wrong, it’s a good thing. The bad thing is: everyone’s a Coordinator… of absolutely nothing; perhaps peddling alarm and making the regime an object of baseless fear.
See, even I know that an appraisal of a political experiment cannot be fair if the line of argument that the assessor is willing to house is one that sees the regime as an impending tragedy. So it wouldn’t surprise me if such assessors should try to make misery out of delight just to establish their predispositions.
At first I thought the fears were justified and are just safety measures perhaps – you know: "we don't want to create another dictatorship." And like they say: "once bitten, twice shy," or we’re “better safe than sorry,” but I think we are becoming sorrily safe.
Seriously, ours is like the case of the guy that got beaten by a mad man so mercilessly that today, he's so ridiculously unreasonable he doesn't even go to the garage to fix his ride - because whenever he sees a mechanic in dirty clothes, he runs for his life.
That's it with paranoia. It leads to doubt, and where there's doubt there's suspicion, where there's suspicion there's fear, where there's fear there's anxiety, where there's anxiety there's self preservation, usually against threats that do not even exist. We need some balance, yo. Virtue they say is in the middle.
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