Observations of an American in what was once the Land of the Free.
To paraphrase Frederick Douglass,I didn’t know I was a slave until I found I couldn’t do the things I wanted.
In my youth,I embraced freedom with both arms,amazed at the limitless opportunity of life.I didn’t always make the right choices,but I lived free to rise or fall on my own,learning from my mistakes along the way.
As I got older and hopefully wiser,I began to see an element of society bound and determined to eliminate our choices in life on all fronts.Social engineering in the name of safety,for my own good of course.
That was when I realized that the safest place you can be is in a padded cell,wearing a jacket with the sleeves in the back and a nice little helmet.For your own safety,you see.
That ain’t freedom,bub.That’s being an inmate at the asylum.
We can be free,if we want it enough.But that means freedom for your neighbor as well,because you can’t put a chain on the ankle of your fellow man without finding the other end winds up around your own neck,to paraphrase Douglass again.
Silence equals consent.
I am finding my voice.