Aptos Theater of the Morally Confused

Yesterday a little after twelve o’clock, noon, still chilly from the Northern California morning cold, they stood statuesque, more or less evenly spaced every ten feet or so along the bridge. Facing east, dressed in all dark attire, mostly black, they held large white signs with black lettering. Cars zoomed beneath their feet going where ever necessary on a Sunday. It was only the travelers crossing over Highway 1 on Rio del Mar Blvd. who could read the signs: “war ain’t the answer;” “support education not war;” and billions of dollars wasted on war, which could be better be used for education. That sort of rhetoric.

I admire passionate people willing to make the effort to witness for their cause. It sure beats to hell the people more content with the likes of “reality” television, video games and other shallow endeavors. Sunday’s people were trying to make a difference. Too bad they lack wisdom to accompany their passion.

Humans have a tremendous capacity to commit evil and an equal capacity to ignore it. What is it within so many Americans that prompt them to an advocacy that ultimately empowers philosophies that enslave tens of millions of the world’s people? These Americans apparently lack the ability to be grateful for the sacrifices made by others, which ensured the freedoms enjoyed by the citizens of United States of America. Lacking is the wisdom to understand that these freedoms are transitory and dependent upon constant vigilance. Samuel Adams spoke well to the unwise.

"Contemplate the mangled bodies of your countrymen, and then say, 'What should be the reward of such sacrifices?' ... If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude than the animating contest of freedom, go from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains sit lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that ye were our countrymen!"

Yes, go from us. We need not your moral confusion.