End of 2012: “I’m bloody scared…”
Something is beginning to concern me, and I’m starting to think that we could be reaching a point of no return…
I’ve returned, briefly; it’s the end of the year and time to spend a few days with family. That’s why I’m upstairs on my laptop, secluded from the rest of society to write you my final article for the year.
Oh, but what a lovely year we have had – perhaps I one could even say that for micronationalists on this side of the pond, there’s been plenty to do: conferences to attend, other micronationalists to meet etc. etc.
Where has it all gone?
Alas, we reach this point every year where we look back on what we’ve done, and in many cases, look for ways to improve the next year so that those terrible predicaments we get ourselves stuck in never happen again. (Though, we did say that about Lethler, and he came back. Oh well.)
So, yes, 2012, a great year. Never before have I personally used mass transit so much in the space of 2 months. Though something is beginning to concern me, and I’m starting to think that we could be reaching a point of no return.
2013 is approaching. Activity on the MicroWiki website is extremely laxed, especially from the St.Charlian side, and the confrontations and problems we had so frequently over the past several years have died down to a flickering ember in our memories. A lot of us are at university or are in the process of applying, and look, the activity and the micronational spirit is just, in my view, so low and non-existent that I think many of us have reason to worry (or not worry at all, in some cases) about the next year.
The influx of new members is not as great as it once was – of course, I am no statistician, and have no intention of becoming one. Yet, it’s obvious that if the said trend goes down, MicroWiki will be home to no one, and St.Charlie and several other nations will only become vassals of online friendship, rather than the micronationalism and secessionism of yesteryear.
I might be speaking too soon – there are elections going on, but it is the founders of these nations and the people who have fathered our community that have recently gone so quiet. I don’t want to advocate a return to the days of waffled diplomacy and argument, but I think perhaps there ought to be some form of recruitment drive, or, perhaps we let our micronational circles turn into everyday groups of friends.
I’m bloody scared. I don’t know what is going to happen. We can’t go back, in my view – we’re stuck in a period of ambiguity and inactivity. There may be no solution to my worries, and you know what, there may be no reason, whatsoever, to worry. People have said similar things before, but considering that we have our own lives to tend to, … and let’s be realistic here, … we might need to get back on track and do something to keep the allegorical flame of micronationalism burning. Get new people in. Recruit.
Either we do that, or we slowly put the fire out and one day reminisce about this community we have built. I would be proud of what we have done either way.
We’ve built a lovely platform. It’s furnished, it’s accommodated, it is our final piece. I’ve said many times before that micronationalists are artists of the purist kind. Art continues in one form or another, and it demonstrates a culture, or at least a medium for it. Remind yourself of the days when you just became that King, President, Chief Monkey-General-Councillor or whatever. There are younger minds out there who will relish the opportunity to build their creations, just as much as we have in our childhood. And we can continue, naturally – I definitely will. But come 18 years of age, there is a world ahead of us to change for real, if you want it.
Micronationalism can be part of that. I am scared that perhaps we are not realising this. Don’t abandon ship now.
Happy New Year.