Before getting dressed in the morning, we should think of what make us human… We should look at ourselves naked in front of the mirror, assess what our inner child has grown into. There, we need to dismiss all the ideologies that came with the uniforms of civilisation. For the last 150 years, for a male, certainly in the Western world, this uniform has taken the relative convention of the suit and tie…

This uniform has seen many styles and adaptation but the basic cloths, folds and stitches are encoding a status. The soldiers know this. the hierarchy is going to be defined by the uniform and the cap, the numbers of stars and stripes.

We should stand there naked in front of the mirror and ask who are we? For at least twenty minutes… who are we going to be today? Oh, stand still… don’t evade the reflection of all of you. 

A General, a soldier, a murderer, a cook, a cartoonist? Is this flesh and body assigned to become criminal, fair in justice or simply a survivor? Does survival demand that we’re going to trick our fellow humans, cooperate or submit. These are not rhetorical questions because we’re naked. They demand a truthful answer from the naked beast. The rhetoric only comes once we dress with our uniform of civilisation. 

For women, soon comes the unwritten necessity of beauty. Unwritten? Magazines, posters, advertising, TV programs insist that this beauty demands products, creams, powders, tweezers, colours, removal of excess hair, refining the contours of butts and breasts, adding fakery like eyelashes and tinsels, some “real” and some “fake” (costume) jewellery. It’s hard yakka…

Some humans choose not to dress up in the uniforms of civilisation, or choose alternative clothes or gender, from another culture, traditional or woke… This won’t cut it well in “the corridors of power”…

Apart from a few rich eccentrics, odd bods in the low ranks cannot play the game of survival beyond a few rungs above he cesspool. But this will have nothing to do with your happiness, just a statement of choice in limiting power.

So, you, the leader of the world, born naked, look again, naked in the mirror… Are you going to be a murderer once more for an ideal and a lie, that will taint your bare skin with the blood of innocence and should make you shiver, as you contemplate a tad of hypocrisy raising from the difference between who you think you are and the child you once were…

Or are you perverted enough not to see the other?

Gus Leonisky

Naked. Peace.

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         Gus Leonisky

         POLITICAL CARTOONIST SINCE 1951.