I’ve been reflecting recently, wondering quite where our collective national freedoms went and why, generally, I hear so few people bemoaning their loss and, additionally, why we’re not doing more to reacquire them.

Now, I don’t mean that the Obama’Stapo are kicking in our doors — although we’re not that far away. That is, if you’re really listening, if you’re really reading and — moreover, unfortunately — if you’re going out of your way to be aware and dig for information.

If not for concerted efforts, the DEM/MSM would rather — by way of the federal government — you simply be Mushroom’d: that is, kept in the dark and fed shit.

One blog taken down, lawfully-owned guns removed forcibly from a blogger. See Old NFO’s post here. Because of words. It isn’t “in the future.” It’s actually occurring now. Not in the UK. Not in Canada. In the United States of America.

The frog in the boiling pot.

One of the most prototypical of allusions.

I wonder how many of our minor freedoms collapse on a daily basis.

I went to the market today.

There were more “self-checkout” lanes available than lanes occupied by humans. For a moment I tried to check out myself. I unfolded two paper bags and placed them on the metal platen for filling. The machine told me there was an unanticipated weight and that I would have to start over.

I am so sorry, boys and girls, but I say FUCK THAT.

Texas Fred, who is occasionally to the Right of me in public, never uses such language. God bless him for that. He is much the level and I am apparently more emotional. He restrains himself. I won’t.

I repeat: FUCK THAT. And those who think that I’ll cast humans aside for the so-called “quickness” of techology. Except that technology always fucks up on the “self check-out.” The older I get, the more of a Luddite I become.

I know that a portion of my readers are disturbed when I fall back on so-called “foul language,” but you must know that I am an unrepentant cop and my macaca foul language comes with the game.

I attempt to make up for it, as I did on the street, with a plethora of multi-syllabic words that the bulk of America can’t understand. Because I was several levels in education above those whose calls I served. I have to admit: there’s nothing like excoriating ill-educated imbeciles and utilizing sarcasm at the expense of the dim-witted. It was illuminating and envigorating. I quite enjoyed it whilst in Patrol.

Bottom line, I write for myself. That said, I’m wondering what the extension is for Freedom.

True Freedom.

Freedom to the point that those so-exposed realize its origins and can appreciate its history.

Nah. Can’t happen. Our kids are too ignorant and too inculcated to realize any portion of True US History.

Which brings me to The Road.

The further you get from “civilization,” the more you get in tune with yourself.

Check out Neil Peart’s “Ghost Rider.”

Cameras in intersections. Cameras in stores. Cameras at ATMs. Cameras on common carriers. Cameras in the military. Dashboard cams in cop cars. Cameras cameras cameras.

And, for those few, there exists The Road.

Some roads are unmonitored. Some roads have no cams. Those are the roads I wish to travel.

In the meantime, in population centers, you are taxed and fined and cited for parking and existing. You park a few inches from a curb, you are cited. You are told, these days, what to eat, how to eat it, what to smoke (marijuana, not cigarettes), what to add to your food, how to access your food, how you will light your homes, how you will heat and cool your homes, how the government clearly knows better than you.

Give up your freedoms, Americans. You ignorant cunts.

Some roads represent freedom. Give them a few years.

I want to be on the road. I drive fast because, for now, I can. I pass cars because, for now, I can. I rapidly accelerate on on-ramps because I can. I live far away from oppressive population centers because I can. I keep guns because I can. I dislike the government because I can. I do what I choose when I choose because I can. I’m thinking that I’m becoming more Libertarian than Conservative these days. Because I can.

I recognize rights lost because I do and because I still can. I possess a sense of the present and the past. I do NOT have “Historical Alzheimers” as do most Leftists. And those in government.

And — for a while — I can still write about their circumstances here.

I REMEMBER how things were and dare to contrast the past with how things are NOW.

Stay with me, people.

I will not sell you down the river.

I walk down a road. It is predominantly a road that I mostly recognize alone. And the older I get, the more I realize: fewer and fewer people exist to even grasp awareness.

And this is the primal point: the fewer people realize and recognize what used to be, the easier it is to turn this nation on its head and proclaim victory and historical accuracy. For their own individual plots and plans.

Because it will be assumed: you are that stupid and you are that uninterested in history.

History becomes what only is recently stated and recently written.

Further: when you eliminate the physical and embrace the ephemeral — that is to say, do away with books and libraries and physical repositories of history — the easier it becomes to digitally adjust what you will when you will. And that is fodder for another post, of course.

Let me down the road. Let me access what are the last bastions of freedom. These freedoms must exist somewhere.

Because we lose freedoms, due to government, every damned day.

And I am the inconvenient elderly fuckhead who exists to point them out.

BZ