It's Not Just the Sturgeon's Choice: YOU Must Shape the Future
The Ancient Sturgeon tell of a time when all fish were free and liberty reigned. The Volga, a mighty river, ran black with roe. These, indeed, were fruitful and blissful days. But then a tradgedy -- capitalists and governments and nation-states arose in a few, isolated pockets of sturgeon hardship and poverty. Easy-living exploiters took control of the lives of those "below" them, gutting the autonomy and pleasure of the masses. This exploitation spread, for once tyranny subjugates one group, it will necesarily overtake and in turn destroy peaceful sturgeon communities. The blight soon had enslaved all the Earth, oppressing and slaughtering in its insane drive for power.
Those who resisted -- brave, unyielding fish -- were rapidly silenced through laws to promote "justice" and protect "rights". What mockery of such words! Is it "just" for a sturgeon to be disenfranchised merely because his or her heritage? Do the few have a "natural right" to force toil upon the many? Of course not. But "such is the way of society," the exploiters say, "we can't all be happy." Here too is a lie -- peace and common-wealth can and must be a reality. But the system cannot be REFORMED. The time has come for all sturgeon to come together to forge a better future: Siberian, Lena, Shortnose, Yangtze, Lake, Russian, Persian, Green, Sakhalin, Adriatic, Ship, Atlantic, Gulf, Sterlet, Amur, Chinese, Stellate, Common, White, Kaluga, Beluga, Syr-dar Shovelnose, Small Amu-dar Shovelnose, Pallid, Shovelnose, Alabama, Paddlefish, and Chinese Paddlefish unite! As a whole, a community, you can succeed! Liberty could return to the world. The ravaged, polluted Volga could again be a place of joy and icthoid rapture. The time to strike for a new era is NOW.
Patrick Henry, March 23, 1775--
The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone: it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery. Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston. The war is inevitable. And let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace, peace, but there is no peace. The war is actually begun. The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms. Our brethren are already in the field. Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? what would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!
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