Heaven:
Focus,
Unfortionatly, I have to agree.
Hey, we can still dream though, cant we?
And dreams may become reality, through the one tool that works against the Borg - legal action.
In my opinion, judicial opinion tends to cycle, to swing like a very slow pendulum. Absolute "rights to religious belief" as espoused by the judiciary have been interpreted repeatedly by courts as, in effect, allowing the leaders of religions to swindle, manipulate, control and spoil the lives of individuals, free from any consequences of their deceit and callousness.
But.... times they are a changing.
Here - especially for those spawn of Satan who run and manage the WTS:
Come gather round people wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth saving
Then you'd better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone
For the times, they are a changing
Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pens
And keep your eyes open, the chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon, the wheel's still in spin
And there's no telling who that it's naming
Oh the loser will be later to win
For the times, they are a changing
Come senators, congressmen, please head the call
Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt will be her that has stalled
The battle outside raging will soon shake your windows
And rattle your hall
For the times, they are a changing
Come mothers and fathers all over this land
And don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and your daughter are beyond your command
Your old role is rapidly aging
Please get out of the new one if you can't lend a hand
For the times they are a changing
The line, it is drawn, the curse, it is cast
The slow one will later be fast
And the present now will soon be the past
The order is rapidly fading
The first one now will later be last
For the times, they are a changing
With thanks to Bob Dylan (and Warner Bros.,Inc.). By coincidence this user of the Bible also penned All Along the Watchtower:
"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."
"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."
All along the Watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance, a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
While I have no reason to believe Dylan had the WTS specifically in mind, the applicability of much of this is obvious to many. And may the wicked ones reap the coming whirlwind.
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Focus
(Approaching Strider... Class)