[EM] 20 - Complete Opposite
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big_damn_heroWell, if you left that question there to folks like Inara? She’d be first to tell without a lick of hesitation that any feller born in HER world is the exact opposite of yours truly here.
But, ain’t fortune kind? You ain’t talkin’ to Inara.
Near as I can figure, any of them go se Purplebellies would’ve been a whole mess of things I just ain’t. I conjure that some of ‘em was good folks, maybe didn’t have enough sense or smarts not to buy the lies was thrown at ‘em by the Alliance. Maybe they all really did believe they was bringin’ salvation, civilization, and uncomfortable starched clothing to us savage heathen folk on the fringes.
They wanted to help, and that’s just fine. Neighborly, even...hell, it’s downright Christian, and that’s always supposed t’ be a good thing, ain’t it?
But when help ain’t welcome...when it’s shoved down your throat and forced on you, it stops bein’ a hand up and turns to a fist beating you into the ground. And the boys that got talked into fighting for the other side...they didn’t ask questions. They just picked up their guns and charged in.
And that right there’s my opposite type. It’s one thing when a man don’t ask questions ‘cause information’s dangerous, but it’s a whole ‘nother story when you choose to sidestep facts outta blind ruttin’ faith.
That’s the man that’s opposite of me. Not sayin’ I ain’t guilty of such...but the mistake I made on Paradiso? I ain’t made it again since.
Nor do I intend to.
Muse: Malcolm Reynolds
Fandom: Firefly/Serenity
Words: 265
But, ain’t fortune kind? You ain’t talkin’ to Inara.
Near as I can figure, any of them go se Purplebellies would’ve been a whole mess of things I just ain’t. I conjure that some of ‘em was good folks, maybe didn’t have enough sense or smarts not to buy the lies was thrown at ‘em by the Alliance. Maybe they all really did believe they was bringin’ salvation, civilization, and uncomfortable starched clothing to us savage heathen folk on the fringes.
They wanted to help, and that’s just fine. Neighborly, even...hell, it’s downright Christian, and that’s always supposed t’ be a good thing, ain’t it?
But when help ain’t welcome...when it’s shoved down your throat and forced on you, it stops bein’ a hand up and turns to a fist beating you into the ground. And the boys that got talked into fighting for the other side...they didn’t ask questions. They just picked up their guns and charged in.
And that right there’s my opposite type. It’s one thing when a man don’t ask questions ‘cause information’s dangerous, but it’s a whole ‘nother story when you choose to sidestep facts outta blind ruttin’ faith.
That’s the man that’s opposite of me. Not sayin’ I ain’t guilty of such...but the mistake I made on Paradiso? I ain’t made it again since.
Nor do I intend to.
Muse: Malcolm Reynolds
Fandom: Firefly/Serenity
Words: 265
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Date: 2006-11-01 04:03 am (UTC)My world. I don't even know what that means anymore.
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Date: 2006-11-17 07:55 pm (UTC)stinkin' up that shuttle with your fancy-smellin' stuffbustlin' around in that shuttle. Things finally startin' to feel a mite normal 'round here again.