Game of Thrones and Throngs

When Fantasy Mirrors Reality 

By Jorge D. H. Prósperi – 2019

Game of Thrones returned with all its fantasy and its 2019 nuances to reality. So much social chatter about characters and plotlines reflecting our daily lives.

Apologies to those who are not aficionados/as of GoT as you may miss out on the mega-irony…  but such is life… filled with choices determining what is real… or not… what to believe… or not… ultimately who to believe… or not.

So let’s jump into GoT and where we left off last season. Get the popcorn ready.

Remember Petyr Baelish – otherwise known as “Littlefingers”? A despicable humanoid void of conscience and decency… a misogynistic narcissist always trying to manipulate, deceive and divide. A shameless pathological liar with a delusional mania for absolute power and control… a charlatan always making empty promises leaving barren earth and ashes behind…

handfuls of ashes

A master of deceit… always promoting fear, hate, self-interest and contrived unilateral righteousness. He only had one core value – to accrue personal power and control dedicated to personal profit of gold, silver and half-pennies.

He demanded blind loyalty… a prerequisite for his followers rather than allowing homage and respect to be earned. Ignorance was promoted as bliss… critical questions and answers avoided…  reality denied… personal responsibility deflected… apologies never uttered… inquiry and transparency declared enemies.

“Littlefingers” was always accused of being the master of chaos… to which he proudly replied… “Chaos is a ladder!” … only to find on the last rung of the ladder two young sisters empowered by courage and the truth waiting to snip his little fingers… one by one.

So many of us cheered during that episode… exhaustedly and collectively exhaling!  We hooted as Littlefingers was finally entangled by his own lies. We watched him cowardly sniffling… disrobed… squirming on his knees begging for mercy… as cowards tend to do.

Across the land we could hear empowered villagers exhale… “Ah sweet, sweet justice!”

Finally! We could celebrate vindication for some… sad revelations for those who had been used and duped – prodded by “Littlefingers” to exist with muffled ears and eyes wide shut… nevertheless… justice would prevail for ALL – it always does… resiliency and hope cleansing the toxic stench of vileness.

You say that you wish that fantasy could turn into reality? … it’s coming… as justice is not an event but a life-long process – a glacier ever moving forward – without noticing its powerful momentum towards the open sea.

Be heartened… for a blindfolded maiden holding scales in one hand and a sword in the other beckons all villagers to take notice… a reminder to sisters and brothers to empower each other and wave the banners of conscientious citizenship as one. Join them as they gather in throngs… caravanning without fear, hate or bitterness… with “Drangonglass” in hand… willing to sacrifice in pursuit of decency and quality of life for all.

So, “Where to find Dragonglass?”, you ask. It’s as simple as going to the village to cast a vote as all citizens have a right to a piece of the magical cutlass.

Regardless of the mazes, fences and walls – show up – in scorching sun, rain, wind and/or snow – face the ghostly “White Walkers” eye to eye – leap into the storm with the “song of ice and fire.”  

Ah sweet, sweet vindication… ah sweet, sweet justice… without reprisals or revenge for lifeless zombies believing in ‘baseless-baselessness’… but rather inviting – including – embracing without contrived fear and hate… villagers with children on their shoulders caravanning to the village… no longer in fantasy but reality…

Get the popcorn ready… 2020… it’s coming!