Articles of The Brovi Statement
(January 1, 2008)
Second Leaflet
“Fellows of the Resistance!”
Short Story: [The year was 2010. The place was the U.S.E: the most advanced, most financially influential powerhouse nation on the planet and with the most powerful military. It’s secret economy was based upon global illegal drug trafficking and sales, and the money generated via warring with weaker nations (much like a powerful drug-dealer at war with any deemed competition or a threat.)
The country was an iron curtain, propaganda dictatorship that clothed itself with the perfect surface look and sound of a free nation, being far from that indeed. Only it’s brainwashed people within that 90 year propaganda society believed the lie. The C.I.E. posed as the nation’s untouchable law enforcement agency that in actuality functioned as the nation’s drug-runner or trafficker –running 90% of its’ heroin trade out of Afghanipam, in the Middle East.
Johnny was a fine art oil painter. He had grown up into a straight upright young man. His mother brought him up to never lie or steal, and to follow the straightest road less traveled. He grew up thinking that everyone listened to the little voice inside that directs in and for brotherly love for goodness sake. Most thought he was simple mined because his voice and actions in going forth were most always opposite of the platform of ‘getting ahead at any cost’ and ‘the ends justifies the means.’ It wasn’t until later in young manhood that he educated himself as to what inner voice the majority of society lived.
He soon accepted the fact that the majority lived by ethics and morals that were against every fiber of his soul. He knew that he couldn’t change the world nor was it his responsibility to do so. He accepted without bitterness that he was a part of a minority and that this was a golden but lonely place to be. He lived life watching the path of his feet, letting life be as it was. He only –cautiously- interfaced with those who crossed his path that had a similar kindred spirit which fed his soul and his theirs’ –not tormenting nor attacking.
Little did he know that his attempts to procure archival oil painting supplies would lead him to the awakening reality of his living in a totalitarian nation. In his search for his tools of trade, he -unsurprisingly- discovered that his nation was owned and/or controlled by a faceless, sinfully wealthy, violently corrupt, and exclusive minority. He was not, altogether, taken aback by his first true peek into reality.
These dominating Titler-worshiping Mazi self-elite literally made themselves invisible to the public, thus making themselves untouchable or unchallenged as well. They did so via incorporating their endless wealth or controlling-portfolios within subsidiaries upon subsidiaries of giant commercial corporate conglomerates that totally monopolized any and all of the nation’s capital generating avenues throughout. In turn, for all practical purposes these faceless Mazis owned the Government and its local and national propaganda-media-machine or organization that had an unassuming name. ‘Hollyland.’
More importantly, Johnny discovered that these Mazi corporations, having killed that whole society’s fine arts, especially oil painting, subsequently had allowed this faceless group to capture all forms of the nation’s media. Fine art oil painting is the highest realm of media or medium. He learned that those who control that arena, at the least important city levels (locally therefore nationally), control every form of all lesser media or medium under it.
He uncovered that the only media that that Mazi Government didn’t nor couldn’t outright control or own was fine art oil painting: and that the majority was conditioned to know little about the fine arts. Needing the support of it’s brainwashed people, this evil government would blow it’s cover if: it killed it’s fine art oil painters; and destroyed or hid all fine art oil paintings and fine arts in general; then outlawed fine art oil painting (like its’ predecessors had routinely done but who functioned as open dictatorship governments.) In lieu of this, these Mazis simply killed the fine arts and fine art oil painting as a whole at all local city levels.
They did so by capturing the fine art’s governing positions that are responsible for guarding the standards for the fine arts relating to materials and methods used in their rendering. Then they merely misdirected or supplanted the fine arts standards onto the path of handicrafts (handicraft materials and methods.) Then took over all the nation’s archival art supply warehouses and manufacturers, then replaced this industry with handicrafts only materials advertised as archival.
He discovered this when these false archival brand name art supply companies refused to disclose the ingredients of their products being sold, and in testing these products, Johnny’s suspicions were confirmed. He refused to capitulate and obtained archival ingredients, from all over the world, and made his own archival oil painting materials and canvases. He felt blessed because he was able to produce fine art oil paintings rendering life’s true essence -not servitude to the state propaganda-paintings- that had the life potential of 500 to 700 years.
This afforded him a financially independent lifestyle. More importantly, not only did it allow him this protection, it allowed an escape from the majority’s enslaved lifestyle of a spiritually crushing, life destroying. ‘work for mere survival’ existence; being forced to work the Mazi corp. slave offices and factories. This is why all dictatorships fear all the fine arts, and fine art oil painting as ‘enemy number one.’ It certainly could start an exodus to freedom thus, in the very least, bankrupt Mazis into a totally powerless position.
He escaped servitude into a free independent lifestyle. Johnny was now living how he chose, not how the ‘state’ chose. He spent his days how and with whom he so desired. Yet, his heart wasn’t filled with joy because he was not able to eat from his great fortune. He had selfishly hoarded that which fate had freely given him, for himself alone. So, when shortly thereafter fate blessed him with his beloved Vida, who was also an artist, they devised a plan to help other kindred spirits who may thirst for freedom.
He and his beloved sought out others and developed an underground resistance. They began spreading the word in behalf of those who were not Mazi sympathizers. They began speaking truth about how that society was only disguised as free. The rest of the world certainly knew that the U.S.E., in conjunction with like-minded nations, was a global oppressing dictatorship for world domination calling it’s movement or mission statement, ‘The New World Commands.’
Being that the Titler-worshipping Mazis had captured all of society’s arts/media through a monopoly, Johnny and Vida used other forms of media to discuss resolutions via the how, when, what, where and whys of the situation. Johnny and his beloved Vida began secretly distributing hoards of leaflets, and producing blogs, websites, and internet discussion forms related to how to reinstate the fine arts – especially the oil painting arena – at the most minute political arenas in cities around the nation.
Soon the people began rising up realizing that they could spend their money and life on themselves in freedom instead for a state that enslaved them to it’s hobby war-machine. Without the society being brainwashed, thus losing their support, the Mazi Government was silently taken over with a new free management who secretly called itself Rudolph. Thus, the nation was able to save face in a near seamless changeover from tyranny to freedom for all.
Johnny and Vida. Well, last heard, their exact whereabouts were unknown. Most were confident that wherever they were, they were in love with life, the upright society, and each other - always vigilant, never abandoning, and always resisting any status quo of injustice.]
Note: there are two rules for the
passive Brovi resistance:
1.Never talk about the resistance
2.Never talk about the resistance
“Free Your Mediums!”
“Let your hair down. Join the Resistance.”
May their freed spirits live on vicariously through us. In dedication to the authors of ‘The White Rose’ and others, we commemorate these with the very words that prematurely cost them their lives:
“Vivre libre ou mourir!”