10-19-2013, 01:12 AM
"She brings up a good point!" Says the fool in his capacity as the fool, while indicating Kiesha, letting his voice chime in appropriately the Glasswalker makes his presence known before the others present here. He stood tall, even adjusted his glasses, before his peers as he makes it known that he was here among them. "We're not a Democracy. I hear that a lot!"
Milton wasn't imposing, he wasn't powerful, he wasn't particularly good looking or... Really much of anything to look at! He was, however, eager, and standing before the garou like he thought he was the king of the mother fuckin' world. Because right now, he might as well be! It was his chance to step forward and play the role of the fool, and in order to play that role this month he picked a topic that was likely dear to any Cliath New Moon's heart! If he was an elder... This wouldn't be nearly as important, he'd be an elder, he'd be in charge, so it would't make quite as much sense for him to question his own authority.
He says as he looks around at the others present. This position that he took was one of the utmost importance and it was. down to their very core, the place of the Ragabash to stand up and question the ways of the garou, to pick and poke at the wounds and rifts so that the wounds don't simply scab over, infected and forgotten, only to fester and spread into something far more insidious.
"Why the hell is that?" He asks. Letting the matter sink in. He had more to say but he wanted everyone to reflect on it. "I get it, in times of war we don't want 50 people shouting out orders... Yet, who in the hell do we follow when our elders can't decide?" He asks, this time looking around. "Do we follow the whims of the Eldest Ahroun? Certainly... When it is time for battle, but which Ahroun do we follow? Do we follow the Silver Fangs, who have led the Garou to the point of near Extinction? Do we follow the Shadow Lords, who would doubtless exploit our loyalty until we were nothing more than their petty servants? Do we follow the Fenrir to our unnecessary deaths? Do we follow the Children of Gaia and sit here and let our enemies kill us off? Perhaps we could throw caution to the wind and follow the Bone Gnawers into hiding?" He pauses a moment. "Oh but don't think for a second that I am not about to include my tribe, we're the worst of all! My tribe who, if given the chance, would march us all straight into the servitude of the Weaver! Which is pretty much the same thing as marching off to serve the Wyrm! Six of One, a Half Dozen of the other! We lose either way. The point is, even following the eldest has it's flaws, and ultimately... Turns into a popularity contest anyway, in the end we follow who we feel is the most suited to lead when the question of which elder to follow arises. So isn't that a form of Democracy anyway?"
"Please don't get mad if I singled out your tribe and not someone else's... If you wanna hear me insult the other tribes then I'm more than happy, but that wasn't the point I was trying to make!"
"We follow our elders because they are our elders, they are the strongest, and they can kick our asses, yeah they might have done many amazing things to get there, but that doesn't necessarily make them right all the time! We follow our elders because that is what is written in the litany, and who enforces that litany? Our Elders! Who interprets that litany? Our Elders!" He looks around. "Most modern civilizations have gone through a period of decreased Autonomy on the part of their leaders... Now that doesn't mean they don't have a place for specific authorities to do specific jobs, but overall the trend of thinking people has been towards increased individual freedom. One which has been choked and beaten out of us since we were young! One which has been beaten out of us by the biggest bullies of us all..." He turns to look towards the greatest here among them. "And I say this with the utmost respect for your position, and all you have accomplished, and I truly hope that you do not chop my head off right in front of everyone for pointing this out!" He draws in a swift breath. "Our Elders!"
"We follow the strongest, because we must... We follow the strongest, because they will rip our throat out if we do not, they will beat us to a bloody pulp. If I wasn't the Fool I am pretty sure they'd do just that right now! I'm still not sure they won't do that anyway!" He laughs softly after pointing this out. He was a ragabash and that meant getting punched in the face a LOT, especially by Ahrouns! No matter, he loved his job, and wouldn't change it for the world!
He takes the time to spin around. "Why?" He asks with a curious smile. "Why don't the majority of the Garou simply rise up and take control? Why don't we vote? Why do we adhere blindly to a set of archaic policies which have been failing us for thousands of years? Why... Doesn't our society adjust and adapt with time in order to meet the increasing demands of a more modern world? We follow our elders because we are told to follow our elders by..." He pauses a moment to let others answer that question in their head. "You guessed it! Our elders! What kind of circular logic is that?" This was the challenge, and it was dangerous territory but it was also important... The place of the New Moon was always to question, and sometimes that pissed people off, and Milton was sure as fuck not pulling any punches despite his slight stature.
"Why the fuck aren't we a democracy? Why the fuck don't we vote on shit? I'm not talking about times of war and battle... So if you're gonna respond do myself, and yourself, a favor and just don't mention it! Not even the Generals in Democratic nations lead their soldiers Democratically, that's not what I am asking. Bring it up and you're just gonna make yourself look like the Fool! Which is really bad at a moot when you're not the fool!" He says. "While the elders are certainly welcome to respond all they please... I think It's gonna mean a lot more coming from Cliaths and Fosterns, even cubs if we've got any."
He finally pauses and looks around at all the others present and adds these final words. "Just remember, if you can support the position of your leaders despite the fact they have failed to win us this war for centuries, then you can sure as hell stand the fuck up and defend the elders of Cold Crescent because they fucked up a little while back! If you can't stand up and defend your elders, because it was their leadership that failed us after all, then how in the hell can you defend the elders of Cold Crescent? If you've got issue with what I have to say then now is the time to stand the hell up and represent! Either way, the ball is in your court, I'm out!" He says before hitting his fist against his chest and extending a peace sign to the crowd. He makes as if he is about to drop the Bone as if it was the Mic, but he decides he's already been shitting on tradition enough for one night to meet the requirements of the fool, instead extending it to whomever wants to go next and dropping it gently into their hand!
Milton wasn't imposing, he wasn't powerful, he wasn't particularly good looking or... Really much of anything to look at! He was, however, eager, and standing before the garou like he thought he was the king of the mother fuckin' world. Because right now, he might as well be! It was his chance to step forward and play the role of the fool, and in order to play that role this month he picked a topic that was likely dear to any Cliath New Moon's heart! If he was an elder... This wouldn't be nearly as important, he'd be an elder, he'd be in charge, so it would't make quite as much sense for him to question his own authority.
He says as he looks around at the others present. This position that he took was one of the utmost importance and it was. down to their very core, the place of the Ragabash to stand up and question the ways of the garou, to pick and poke at the wounds and rifts so that the wounds don't simply scab over, infected and forgotten, only to fester and spread into something far more insidious.
"Why the hell is that?" He asks. Letting the matter sink in. He had more to say but he wanted everyone to reflect on it. "I get it, in times of war we don't want 50 people shouting out orders... Yet, who in the hell do we follow when our elders can't decide?" He asks, this time looking around. "Do we follow the whims of the Eldest Ahroun? Certainly... When it is time for battle, but which Ahroun do we follow? Do we follow the Silver Fangs, who have led the Garou to the point of near Extinction? Do we follow the Shadow Lords, who would doubtless exploit our loyalty until we were nothing more than their petty servants? Do we follow the Fenrir to our unnecessary deaths? Do we follow the Children of Gaia and sit here and let our enemies kill us off? Perhaps we could throw caution to the wind and follow the Bone Gnawers into hiding?" He pauses a moment. "Oh but don't think for a second that I am not about to include my tribe, we're the worst of all! My tribe who, if given the chance, would march us all straight into the servitude of the Weaver! Which is pretty much the same thing as marching off to serve the Wyrm! Six of One, a Half Dozen of the other! We lose either way. The point is, even following the eldest has it's flaws, and ultimately... Turns into a popularity contest anyway, in the end we follow who we feel is the most suited to lead when the question of which elder to follow arises. So isn't that a form of Democracy anyway?"
"Please don't get mad if I singled out your tribe and not someone else's... If you wanna hear me insult the other tribes then I'm more than happy, but that wasn't the point I was trying to make!"
"We follow our elders because they are our elders, they are the strongest, and they can kick our asses, yeah they might have done many amazing things to get there, but that doesn't necessarily make them right all the time! We follow our elders because that is what is written in the litany, and who enforces that litany? Our Elders! Who interprets that litany? Our Elders!" He looks around. "Most modern civilizations have gone through a period of decreased Autonomy on the part of their leaders... Now that doesn't mean they don't have a place for specific authorities to do specific jobs, but overall the trend of thinking people has been towards increased individual freedom. One which has been choked and beaten out of us since we were young! One which has been beaten out of us by the biggest bullies of us all..." He turns to look towards the greatest here among them. "And I say this with the utmost respect for your position, and all you have accomplished, and I truly hope that you do not chop my head off right in front of everyone for pointing this out!" He draws in a swift breath. "Our Elders!"
"We follow the strongest, because we must... We follow the strongest, because they will rip our throat out if we do not, they will beat us to a bloody pulp. If I wasn't the Fool I am pretty sure they'd do just that right now! I'm still not sure they won't do that anyway!" He laughs softly after pointing this out. He was a ragabash and that meant getting punched in the face a LOT, especially by Ahrouns! No matter, he loved his job, and wouldn't change it for the world!
He takes the time to spin around. "Why?" He asks with a curious smile. "Why don't the majority of the Garou simply rise up and take control? Why don't we vote? Why do we adhere blindly to a set of archaic policies which have been failing us for thousands of years? Why... Doesn't our society adjust and adapt with time in order to meet the increasing demands of a more modern world? We follow our elders because we are told to follow our elders by..." He pauses a moment to let others answer that question in their head. "You guessed it! Our elders! What kind of circular logic is that?" This was the challenge, and it was dangerous territory but it was also important... The place of the New Moon was always to question, and sometimes that pissed people off, and Milton was sure as fuck not pulling any punches despite his slight stature.
"Why the fuck aren't we a democracy? Why the fuck don't we vote on shit? I'm not talking about times of war and battle... So if you're gonna respond do myself, and yourself, a favor and just don't mention it! Not even the Generals in Democratic nations lead their soldiers Democratically, that's not what I am asking. Bring it up and you're just gonna make yourself look like the Fool! Which is really bad at a moot when you're not the fool!" He says. "While the elders are certainly welcome to respond all they please... I think It's gonna mean a lot more coming from Cliaths and Fosterns, even cubs if we've got any."
He finally pauses and looks around at all the others present and adds these final words. "Just remember, if you can support the position of your leaders despite the fact they have failed to win us this war for centuries, then you can sure as hell stand the fuck up and defend the elders of Cold Crescent because they fucked up a little while back! If you can't stand up and defend your elders, because it was their leadership that failed us after all, then how in the hell can you defend the elders of Cold Crescent? If you've got issue with what I have to say then now is the time to stand the hell up and represent! Either way, the ball is in your court, I'm out!" He says before hitting his fist against his chest and extending a peace sign to the crowd. He makes as if he is about to drop the Bone as if it was the Mic, but he decides he's already been shitting on tradition enough for one night to meet the requirements of the fool, instead extending it to whomever wants to go next and dropping it gently into their hand!