I realize all governments are shell corporations for criminal citizens, their families and fiends who are shelling out crumbs for the larger collective to continue being defective, a humongous price to pay for the illusion of being protected, with class.
As The Story Goes
We were sitting in the basement of some kind of government office. We were doing nothing, pretending to be doing something, wasting the day of life away.I had some kind of computer combined with other technology that I could touch any keys, use telepathic vision control and have those keys make musical sounds and words, although that's not what the machine was designed for or could be used for by anyone else.
Overcome by boredom, I stopped pretending to be working and began playing a spontaneous mix. Heads turned. I didn't care because I didn't need the job and was not worried about getting fired. I was only there in a might-as-well-get-paid-and-collect-a-check, just like all those claiming to be employed and working and earning their keep and not needing help or handouts.
Despite there being a dozen or so of us there, the work could have been done by two people. One to turn the lights on. One to turn the lights off.
Every government worker knows this is the truth.
He was mainly referring to the wars called the American Revolution and Civil War.
The black guy raised his eyebrows and said, I didn't fight for any freedom, which we all knew, based on all cues and clues, he meant, the kind of freedom you're talking about.
He then leaned over to the white guy as if he was going to whispers, but he spoke so all of us could hear. So what kind of freedom did you fight for and what kind of freedom did you get?
All of a sudden, the superficial diarrheal stopped flowing. The look on the white guy's face was shock, was terror, which made it joyfully obvious he was unprepared to explain what he meant without exposing his artificial-flavored-favored-group-in-a-society nonsense.
He was clearly being a parrot who was hoping another black person would just accept and cosign their general statement about freedom, couched in Us-ness and we-the-people sameness and America is a great blah-blah-sippy-cup-bullshit-backwash.
During this time I enjoyed watching his torment.
Though almost out of breath from laughter, I finally stopped, looked directly into his darting-around-the room eyes.
In a voice pretending to be him, I mocked him and said, I didn't expect to have to explain my freedom today.
I kept on laughing.
Finally, the white guy began laughing.
Then I stopped, because we, including the other sheep in wolves' clothing who had also shrank back down to self-esteem size, were all still waiting to hear what he meant by freedom he (we) had to fight for.