How Freedom Works

Growing up in a house of 3 boys whose intelligence was only ever outdone by their anger, I learned 2 things:

  1. Getting punched in the head never hurt as much as I was afraid it would.
  2. Nothing in this world is capable of causing more pain than the right words at the perfect moment.

Physical aggression was a given in my house and I learned very quickly that all I had to do was get more angry and the physical pain would be drowned in the ensuing rush of adrenaline.  But the fight was never ended by a death blow or crippling arm bar.  The end was always the same.  We would reach deep into the depths of our cruelty until we found that one sentence we knew would bring the other to immediate tears.  We got really good at it.

Fortunately my take away in life was only a testament to the power of words that drove an obsession with them that ultimately led me to much more respectable uses of them than breaking peoples’ hearts.

What’s this got to do with freedom?  Easy answer.  This article will make a constant metaphor between words and guns and so I will require of the reader that they acknowledge the fact that words are not just a weapon, but one of the most dangerous weapons man has ever learned to forge and wield.

Lately I seem to be hearing a lot about the suppression of free speech, specifically from people who are well known to use them very specifically and very effectively to cause hurt.  So I am heeding the need to remind you of how freedom works.

In short, you are allowed certain freedoms in this country, but you are only allowed those freedoms as long as they are not used in the suppression of the freedoms of others.  The Declaration of Independence states clearly that we are all born with the inalienable right to “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness”.  You have the right to be alive. You have the right fundamental freedom.  And you have the right to happiness.

So the gun thing.

You have the right to bear arms, according to the second amendment of the constitution.  I don’t know anyone that would say, if someone uses a gun to rob someone of their property or their life, that they should continue to be allowed to own guns.  They are free men and they have a constitutionally protected right to own a gun.  Notwithstanding, freedoms, when abused, can be revoked.  It is called justice.

In the protection of the innocent, whenever a person uses an instrument of their rights to oppress or infringe upon the freedoms of another, those rights are forfeit.  You kill someone, you don’t get a gun anymore.  If you are proven guilty of felony assault with a deadly weapon (assault just means threatening.  If there is physical contact it becomes battery) your right to bear arms is permanently revoked.

So the word part of the gun thing.

You have the right to freedom of speech, according to the first amendment of the constitution.  I know plenty who are willing to suggest that even if someone is using speech to rob someone of their well being, and right to the happiness afforded from feeling safe that it’s fine because we have freedom of speech.  That’s not the case.  The right to free speech is no different than the right to bear arms.  If you use it to infringe upon the freedom and happiness of another citizen, if you threaten someones life, if you preach hatred and violence against a person or group, I’m very proud to be the one to inform you that you are wrong.  Your hatred, vitriol, violence, malevolence, racism, bigotry, ignorance, anger, and unreasonable ill-will will not be tolerated.  Your speech will be suppressed and the world will be a greater place without your voice perverting the progress of the last century that we thought had led us to more suitable, tolerant, peaceful times.  We thought we had lost enough lives in the second world war to render your specific brand of stupidity utterly obsolete but we were wrong, so here we are. But just remember you are small and we know just what to do with you.  If your kind were unable to secure victory under the mass ignorance of the middle of the 20th century, rest assured, you will be dispatched with minimal effort in the enlightenment of the 21st.

You can spew your hatred for people who aren’t like you, and when we condemn you, you will cry out again and again that we are suppressing your free speech.  You will be right but that won’t keep the world from laughing at your complete inability to comprehend your condition and understand how absolutely irrelevant you views have become.

One thing both sides should consider.  The harder we fight, the more we unite the other side.  We know that the more we suppress you, the so called “Alt-Right” the stronger your bonds become.  It’s true.  But your pathetic nature will always act as a hindrance to your capacity to recruit and so you will never attain the numbers required to win.

On the other hand, the louder you cry, the more we will unite in defense of one another and if you choose to fight, you should understand that you will be down as a traitor to the country that has already defeated you many times over.

You are not an American. America hates you.  We still haven’t forgiven you for the second world war. You are not even Christian despite your pathetic efforts.  A loving Middle-Eastern Christ would in no uncertain terms condemn you entirely.  Most of you probably aren’t even entirely White.  To be certain you should all definitely go have your genome analyzed to make sure you’re not a descendant of some mixed raced lineage that you would condemn in the first place.

All you actually are is irrelevant.  You are a terrorist.  And you are already beaten.

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About chrooth

No this isn't some sort of midlife crisis thing. I'm just adapting. Like anyone else on here, or who does this, I believe I am writer. Unlike most others, I believe I am a writer because I have always written. Long story short, I was a really weird kid and sometimes it just felt like the only place I could turn for some solace and empathy was an empty page. I've always been a melodramatic writer and I've been really happy for a long time so I haven't felt the need to write but when I do... I have to. I basically live on the road, so my journal is hardly ever within reach, and when it is I convince myself that I'm too busy to make any time for it. So here I am, embracing the future, having acquired the journal that will follow me almost anywhere. I'm having one of those, "WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THIS BEFORE!?" moments, and GOD after so long I can't tell you how good it feels to just let my mind spill through the tips of my fingers again. I suppose this would be an appropriate time to qualify both my ability and my intentions. I am not a good writer. I am told I have a strong tendency towards run-ons, I over punctuate, and I curse like a sailor. I can't spell for crap and especially while typing, I have a tendency to just leave words out. As I mentioned earlier this "blog" is meant as a replacement for my long treasured journal, which tends to imply a need for privacy. However, if you were to ever read my journal, you would eventually come across an entry musing over the purpose of a journal, wondering why they are written and kept in secret. I have no secrets. I had far too many secrets for far too long and I assure you, I have no more energy for them. Additionally, I can not properly conjure any feeling of being heard by manufacturing an imaginary personality that lives in a book and understands my words. So I write, and have always written, to you. Thanks for reading it!
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