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Freedom of speech?

 

I was spoon fed democracy from birth. Granted it was the silver plated spoon of the middle class; still I soon grew fat on the principles of freedom we are to enjoy as citizens of this land.

          You must understand that my mother came from Great Britain as a child when the Nazis were poised to invade England; my father was the son of a dirt farmer.

          Even during the turbulent 60’s of my youth, amid the many abuses by those in power, I assumed that our rights and freedoms, the freedom of speech, the right to assemble, and the freedom of the press were concepts already attained; not some foreseeable promise of the future to fight and strive for.

          Imagine my dismay when the democratic process was thwarted and a crazy megalomaniacal uneducated born again coke head was installed as “president select”.  I knew trouble was coming down the path and my suspicions were realized after the tragedies of September eleventh. I knew Bush was involved somehow from the beginning. After all, his father had given millions to Bin Laden, who was trained by the CIA. to fight the Soviets in Afghanistan. The Bush family has had close ties with the Saudi royal family through the oil business for decades. Remember, all the highjackers save one were Saudi nationals, not Iraqi.

          The truth was buried in the news. The passport of one highjacker was supposedly found on a Manhattan street, somehow surviving a firestorm so intense that teeth melted, miraculously hopping out of his pocket floating down like the mysterious Kennedy bullet. Cell phone calls made from the doomed flight 93 reported an explosion 15 minutes after the vice president gave the order to shoot down any plane headed for the white house. We were led to believe that some of the passengers on board brought that plane down in heroic self sacrifice. These were no heroes; these were victims.

           We now know that Bush wanted to link the attacks to Saddam the day after the disaster; the same day a Saudi Air jet flew around the country picking up members of Bin Ladin’s family in order to take them to safety in France.

          Now we have the Patriot Act and anyone at anytime can be arrested and detained at any time. No phone call, no posting bail, no lawyer, no due process of law.

          Two thousand years of monotheistic mayhem are coming to an end and like a cornered dog the beast is baring its teeth and foaming at the mouth.

          Webster’s dictionary defines fascism with the following statement: “any program for setting up a centralized autocratic national regime with severely nationalistic policies, exercising regimentation of industry, commerce, and finance, rigid censorship, and forcible suppression of opposition.”

          Our democracy is broken, lost, stolen or strayed. The courts have been bought and sold to the highest bidder and justice has become homeless. The nation’s police forces have become nothing more than a new and highly trained, heavily armed mafia. Everywhere there are churches denying basic rights to women and same sex partners.

          I am not a sheep, I am not a slave, I am not a terrorist. I am an American. Therefore I advocate resistance . Resistance against the dictatorship of George W. Bush and his corporate cronies. Resistance against the police, those misguided guard dogs of the rich who break into our homes and take away our children. Resistance against the Judeo-Christian  psychopaths who bath the world in blood in the name of love. I advocate a new revolution to take our country back from those who abuse power to grow richer.

          How can you know that what I say is true? Just wait, soon you will not see me any more. Oh, they will arrest me on some trumped up charge. They will take away my children. I may even be found dead under suspicious circumstances, or I may just disappear. Then you will know that what I say is true. It will be too late for me; I hope not too late for you.

          I am not a sheep and I refuse to be a slave,

          here I am…

          come and get me.

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