The Slow Advance of Tyranny

SEE HERE All things pass away. All glory is as dust and those whose hubris brought us to this night will lead us off into the dusk. Let us remember from Richard II:
And nothing can we call our own but death
And that small model of the barren earth
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
For God’s sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings.

There is little that can be done if men, seeing the slow advance of tyranny do not rise up and protest, resist and overcome the assault on freedom. But this takes courage and vision, something in short supply in these latter days of the republic.

Men will look back in times to come and ask why nothing was done. The answer will be that no-one cared enough, the die was cast, they relished their ease more than their freedom and so they were enslaved, barely noticing as the shackles clicked into place. They awoke one morning no longer free men, but filled their bellies on the largess of their betters and wondered what had happened as the darkness settled around them.