let freedom ring

We live in precarious times.

Well, the times are always precarious, since time isn’t really real. I mean, we invented clocks and telling time and calendars and gave more meaning to the rotation of the Earth than maybe was initially intended, so time is always precarious.

What I mean is that we live in precarious governments.

I was once mistaken for a refugee. In my own country! I am a natural USA citizen and for a couple of years, I lived in a small city with a large refugee population. I loved it! I was able to hear various languages and see humans of various skin tones as I wandered the city, and that always feels very good to me.

Then, some “white” couple saw me walking down the street and spoke to me in French. It just so happened that most of the city’s refugee population were from African nations that had been colonized by France. I was appalled that the descendants of the European colonizers of my homeland would think me to be an African refugee. I yelled at them that I was an American and kept walking. I’m sure they were in shock.

I was angry about this for at least 2 years.

Lately, in the USA and Europe, there is a lot more talk about immigrants and refugees. Most of the people we Americans want to think of as immigrants are refugees and also have more historical ties and right to be on American soil than the descendants of colonizers who are so determined to keep them out. The entire argument of the colonizer descendants hinges on this: we don’t want to be outnumbered. But, the only reason they can pretend they aren’t already outnumbered is because they have no problem killing and imprisoning everyone. This is the legacy of their ancestors and the truth they live in daily.

Every day, it seems the USA is getting further away from freedom after a couple decades spent trying to inch closer to it. “Liberty” used to be an important American word. Now, we use variants of it to discredit and defame people. Who in the world, in a country that claims to value freedom, would find “liberal” to be an insult?

More and more, we are faced with the insanity of racism/white supremacy. Every day, we must confront how illogical and irrational ideas based solely on the social fiction of race are and how to manage when most of our gatekeepers are afraid of everything.

Fear is pervasive. It’s the fastest-spreading contagion in the world right now. And, there is no vaccine for it. Sorry! We’re going to have to stop relying on our “scientific advances” and get really honest about what it means to be human.

As an American who is well aware of how problematic people of European descent have always been for this land that my ancestors allegedly called Turtle Island, I feel sad at times. There isn’t much one can do against insanity. When people are insane, they are dangerous and incapable of being reasoned with. The best you can do is stay away from them.

But, we are living in the zombie apocalypse. Insane people are literally everywhere.

This isn’t a partisan issue. Never in my lifetime has it been so clear that both major American political parties are horrible for the American public. And, most Americans I speak with accept this truth, yet they will still only vote for either the Democrat or Republican candidates.

They have the fear. It’s contagious and it wipes out all symptoms of the freedom.

What’s the solution, you ask? Obviously, we must sit down and shut up. All of us. Meditate, contemplate, and re-calibrate.

But, good luck with that. We’re too worried about our other social fictions called “bills” and “money” to do anything real in this world.

And, so the madness continues.

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