Should we call this short pamphlet weekend reading? I would love to wax fictitious for a moment of fun, but only if my imagination goes far enough to make the reader feel involved in the creation of this bizarre design. Let’s pretend for a moment that Georgia is a royal monarchy. I’m not talking about a constitutional monarchy, but rather a real McCoy Kingdom, like one of the historically renowned countries ruled by a queen or king. I would love a woman to be the sovereign. Sakartvelo is still enamored with the glorious medieval past when its queen Tamar ruled the nation in what we call Georgia’s Golden Age. I wish the glorious past could be relived for a moment, but alas.
We live in a monarchy. The crowned head is utterly infatuated with her domain and her people. She would never harm anyone in her realm unless there was a grave reason. She is the supreme decision-maker, and the undisputed steward of her country. We, as the people, must work hard, earn honest money, and pay taxes in order to keep this distinguished lady in office and functional. The more efficient she can be, the better it is for the country. The more she knows, the better off the people are. They are the ones who create their own wealth and happiness. The fields are farmed, the food is hoarded, some people go hunting for food while others raise the children, horses are trained to run, labor and cattle is healthy and productive, the criminals are punished, and heroes are praised.
No one is required to vote as often as the law demands. People don’t talk about elections endlessly, spouting their support for odd political powers or odd individuals who have, somehow, achieved a certain conventional height to be placed at the helm. People don’t hear a constant barrage of electoral advertising, attempting to convince them to make decisions without any knowledge of whether the candidates are beneficial or harmful to their everyday lives.
No bluffing televisions, no loaded beepers, and no poisoned mobile phones. The menacing avalanche of information threatens to sweep away or bury no-one. The urban clatter and rattle are completely absent, and the social media networks that are currently causing us to lose our minds are non-existent. The food is organic, and the water that is constantly flowing is pure. Nobody cares about the covid vaccinations and plastic bags don’t get whipped around by the polluted air to fly across our paved roads.
When the square in Tiflis fills with Georgia’s elated citizens, the radiant beauty and voice of the Queen greets them, full of courage, hope, and joy that the impending darkness will turn into a happy daybreak, that life is worth living.
Blog by Nugzar Ruhadze
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