[Sing] Do the right thing

Day 2,250, 19:43 • Published in USA USA • by Silas Soule

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Do the right thing. It will gratify some people and astonish the rest. -- Mark Twain



First, let me just note that all you ever really need to know about eRepublik is embedded in these 2 lines:


"My grandma and your grandma were sittin' by the fire.
My grandma told your grandma 'I'm gonna set your flag on fire.'"


(^click to listen!)




As the newly-anointed Spokesfart for the venerable Socialist Freedom Party (join today!!!), I thought I'd share a few notes on how to....



Do the right thing





Let me tell you the story of Right Hand, Left Hand. It's a tale of good and evil.

Hate: it was with this hand that Cain iced his brother.

Love: these five fingers, they go straight to the soul of man.

The right hand: the hand of love. The story of life is this: static. One hand is always fighting the other hand, and the left hand is kicking much ass. I mean, it looks like the right hand, Love, is finished.

But hold on, stop the presses, the right hand is coming back! Yeah, he got the left hand on the ropes, now, that's right. Ooh, it's a devastating right and Hate is hurt, he's down.

Left-Hand Hate KO'd by Love!







If that little story didn't do it for you, let me try to say it a different way...


Over here at the SFP, we have a light-hearted approach to the game.

Pretty much all of goals we've ever had centered around creating a nation based on a solid anarcho-syndicalist principles -- freedom, justice, community. These were pretty much achieved -- as much as it is possible to do so in eRep -- long ago. In the words of that old Ry Cooder song, the e-USA is pretty much a paradise to live in or see.

This wonderful situation is, of course, thanks in no small measure to the quiet, persistent loving influence of your friends, the freedom-socialists and their friends, allies, lovers and pets lo these many years.

(OK, maybe not EVERY goal was achieved and maybe it's not REALLY a TOTAL paradise, but when e-life gives you a lemon...)

As a result, nowadays, we SFPers -- especially us ancient ones -- really have little to do any more other than sing, dance, occasionally philosophize, play a little jazz that swings, punch that crazy little red fight button over and over and over again like meth-crazed bunny rabbits, and occasionally fend off a half-hearted PTO attempt by the dank and dreary forces of Ajay Lee-Hut Pizza-Reagan and his dwindling crew of disaffected Serbs.

So, given our hard-won freedoms, we lift our voices and sing.

We sing till the e-earth and e-heavens ring with the harmonies of Liberty and anarcho-socialism.

We let our rejoicing rise high as the listening skies.
We let it resound loud as the rolling sea and as far as the rolling sands.
We sing a song full of the faith that the dark e-past has taught us.
And we sing a song full of the hope that the silly e-present has brought us.

Facing the rising sun of each new e-day begun,
We march on, march on, sisters and brothers, till the next level of strength is won.




March with us!


If you are looking for us, we are the crazy indians you see now and then down there around party number 8, 9 or 10, forging our own parade route, dancing to our own drumming, drunk with the wine of the world, gleaming with the starlight of our chosen e-path...








"See that guy all dressed in green?
Iko, Iko, un-day.
He's not a man, he's a lovin' machine
Jack-a-mo fee-na-nay!