Wednesday, September 7, 2011

On Freedom

"Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose..."

I happen to disagree, but each to own. Freedom's just another word for responsibility. In the shadow of care lies doubt, risk, and fear. Fear is the most difficult emotion to understand because it manifests so differently in people.


"We must not let our rulers load us with perpetual debt. We must make our selection between economy and liberty or profusion and servitude. If we run into such debts as that we must be taxed in our meat in our drink, in our necessities and comforts, in our labors and in our amusements, for our callings and our creeds...our people.. must come to labor sixteen hours in the twenty-four, give earnings of fifteen of these to the government for their debts and daily expenses; and the sixteenth being insufficient to afford us bread, we must live..  We have not time to think, no means of calling the mis-managers to account, but be glad to obtain subsistence by hiring ourselves to rivet their chains on the necks of our fellow suffers.  Our landholders, too...retaining indeed the title and stewardship of estates called theirs, but held really in trust for the treasury, must...be contented with penury, obscurity and exile.. private fortunes are destroyed by public as well as by private extravagance.
This is the tendency of all human governments. A departure from principle becomes a precedent for a second; that second for a third; and so on, till the bulk of society is reduced to mere automatons of misery, to have no sensibilities left but for sinning and suffering... And the fore horse of this frightful team is public debt. Taxation follows that, and in its train wretchedness and oppression."   Thomas Jefferson

It's not all about taxation or government control, it's about wanting to reclaim my youth, those carefree years when I could make mistakes without paying the true cost. I asked once, "How is slavery possible without the consent of the slave?" and for a reply I was told that rather than die, the slave hopes for a better day. I understand the answer. I hope for a better day every day. But hope is such a delicate thread.

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