Ode to the "Fat" Man

Thank you oh wise fat men who sit up in your boughten thrones binging on the fruits of our labour, purging our so called freedom into your very own insatiable voracious fingers. Thank you for giving me guidance on such important decisions which I couldn’t possibly have the intelligence to decide for myself. What to wear, what products to buy, who to be.  Well, thank God for you and all of your ample wisdom, for without it I would be utterly lost.

 We are free are we not? We have our own free will? We do indeed possess the ability of our own wills, although that ability is attached to indiscernible threads of which the puppeteering commanders and “leader’s” of our countries pull at their will. Are our thoughts not driven by their hand? are our motives not done to appease them? They sure as hell are, therefore our freedom is truly not our own.

Sign the dotted line you ask? Sell away my soul for the price of a bank loan of which the debt will never cease? Doubts form within the mind but the power you hold over our thoughts resumes control and we are reminded of that candy apple red corvette we were told would make us accepted in this world of material need. As the ink forms fluent arches and the T’s are crossed and the I’s dotted your victorious grin drips malice for you know you now own another in your malevolent claws.

Oh but this is not to abolish or offend these fine-suited men with all their buried treachery, no, I mean quite the contrary! Are you surprised dear politicians and religious figures alike? I ask you tiny, naive men; why do you expect me to protest these cons when, like I have blatantly said moments before, you are the controller of all which means you have also interloped my head. I imagine, indeed, that if my will was my own then yes I would rebel in the company of every single other inhabitant living under your unsecure arm, but alas, it is not so and I am merely another drone to which was commercially manufactured to follow the rules inscribed and live my life as another grinning copy and live up to nothing more.

Author's Note

I know it's not a story, but I'm not sure what is is so here we go.
By the way, the title is not ment to cause offense,the "fat" man is a metaphore. Let me know any thougts comments, opinions, thanks!

Reviews

[JelliFyshKissUs]

I love this monologue. Such a grandiloquent write that says everything most are afraid to voice. We know that we are being bound by the throat and stuff with unhealthy desires that they will soon ask us to regurgitate, but heaven forbid someone actually point out that it is impossible to disgorge these things in the same manner they were given. Such unattainable requirements purposefully demanded to fill the never-ending bulge of the "fat man."

I for one am not rebellious in nature, either. I believe that through their many faults there is actually a granule of guidance and restrictions that keep us from being uninhibited heathens. And I believe that power given to any of us fragile, easily influenced humans will transform our skinny, content minds into greedy ones as well. But it never hurts to point out the faults, the hypocrisies, the injustice. We should be educated on that. Only then can we avoid some of the hidden traps and keep a semblance of our sanity.

Beautiful work, as always, Emily.

Sincerely,
Shawn

[Mark]

As an "actual" fat man, I was not offended at your title; it was apparent by the third line that you were referring to those who had grown fat in the manipulation of capital and abuse of the supposedly "free" will of the heedless masses. But even sheep need a pasture, and if not a ram, a lamb nor a ewe among them is heedful that they have been led into wiry tundra, or blowing desert, having believed the lie that it was verdant meadow, and not bothering to use their own eyes and minds, why, it almost seems just that they wither! At least, that seems to be the position of the majority of our "shepherds", deeply in collusion with the desert-owners and tundra-managers. As long as consumers remain convinced that the Newest, Fastest, Hippest toy will make them Prettier, Better, or Happier, we are trapped. It is only in realizing that Happiness is NOT Stuff-derived at ALL that we may finally escape the Trap of the Crapitalists.

[Dingo the Archwizard of..]

After reading a bunch of your stories, I conclude that you're very intelligent and your points don't go without merit.
That being said, after reading, this I think my respect for you has doubled, if not tripled. Good job.

Oh, and as to the hippie comment posted previously, I take offense to that. Hah, joking.

[Lyr J. Thirsk]

The title drew me in. Awesome title by the way....it says a lot about what the subject is. Also, this is so right up my ally right now...given my situation. You definetly speak to the frustration of one with a strong free will under beaurocracy, which you are. You also convey the point that so many people are willing to live six inches in front of their eyes, never go anywhere, do anything, or challenge their long held assumptive ways of thought or emotion. Its impossible to change how someone thinks...especially allowing these "fat men" to reign, if by sheer lack of incredulous rebellious energy from the many of we under them. Many are willing to sacrafice true liberty or freedom for security. Not take on the personal strength which is required to stand on one's own and make your own security. It is the few who want to live, actually live, that feel this frustration, and won't except it. You are obviously one of those few. It makes life incredibly hard and lonely to be free minded and more than that, free-hearted under the blowing gail which wants us to submit to the 'fat men's" version of freedom...but i applaud you for the ideas in this writing and the way that you conveyed them.

Sorry for the long review, its not my style, but you got me feeling and thinking!

[Zeek4]

You are definitely not another "drone" emily. What an insightful person you are. You have depicted our world of lock step commercialism, big business, big government, and big media, and the control it has over us, other people deciding what you want and how you should live. You bringing attention to this fact will help us "rage against the machine." Rage on girl!

[Sarah>_>]

Get a job, you hippie!

(That was obviously a joke.)