We still live in a primitive time, driven and controlled by fear. It fills me with sorrow, keeps me up at night instead of wrapped up warm beside my partner, makes me so full of rage that I want to grab and shake anyone who still believes until I hear their brains suddenly pop from the lack of oxygen they obviously suffer from. I feel like am a prisoner of personal liberty and civil rights. Just because I’m a Caucasian male that happens to be straight and under the age of 65 and over the age of 18 I have a promising life. I should feel exhilarated but I don’t. I look promised to share my future with a woman as open as I am to life and all things within it. I look promised to enjoy being a father and a husband, to own a home and build a family wealth of personal security both financially and emotionally. I don’t feel exhilaration because I don’t get to share these liberties with those around me. Both those that I love and those I haven’t even met are disallowed such seemingly innocuous things; by the irony of their freedom of choice.
Is being democratic is the equivalent of idealism and a disconnect with real world issues? If so then does being republican make you a racist bigot who hates everyone that doesn’t agree with you? Of course not yet still we continue with these divisions over a common goal. It would be as if every major sports team broke into two sub teams that disagreed on how the game should be played. Or if soldiers at war suddenly broke into disarray undecided who the enemy really is. I feel empathetic toward these people who would deny me choice and opportunity simply based on the color of my skin, the accent of my dialect, my choice of religion or sexual attraction. It disgusts me but still I fear offense because I would never want someone to think I was trying to tell _them_ how to live. After all, sir, the way you’ve chosen to live your life in the privacy of your own home far from my poor incapable eyes, hath offended.
From the day I was born I’ve been told by society to obey, trust and be witnessed under the eyes of a god that I was told my first day of American History that I had a choice not to believe in by the Declaration of Independence. Contradiction is the bread from which I nourish my mind. We are placed onto a conveyor belt from the age of 4 and trained that at the age of 18 we should be able to identify ourselves and our future all the while having accumulated a large supply of a life damning currency that in it’s 2 hundred year existence has become the undoing of our nation.
Without the division of social caste systems we are still no better off. We are under fire each day as we work to not offend by essentially not existing for fear of being sued. Sued by the lack of a common sense law that would hereby enforce all men and women with intent to use the law to claim a right or deny that of any other citizen to provide some sort of common sense to back up their reasoning. Instead we continue to go in and out of a constant state of cultural regression, all the while completely ignoring the fact that our children are being suffered relentlessly by our piss poor examples of “morality”. When we no longer deny one another simply because some archaic and completely off-base grandparent belief tells us to, I’ll be happy to discuss this further. Until then I don’t want to hear any more inquiries about why I’m anti-social. In the words of Patrick Henry, give me liberty or give me death.
