Free?

I freely cannot say that we are free.

The high society or haut monde, if you will?  Are anything but equitable.  Playing God, intervening and “playing house”, acting as caregivers to the lower orders, the riffraff, the commoners.

Don’t you dare belittle me, you self-righteous villains?  Strutting around with your noses in the air.  Acting like it’s for any other reason than to keep from smelling scripted bullshit that compulsively pours out from your mouths.

Like small children burning ants with a magnifying glass, they play with us.  Like we are some kind of disposable condom, they cast us aside when they’re done abusing it, not giving half of a thought, as it sinks to the bottom of the sea, letting it become someone else’s problem.  Spreading their infectious, corrupted seeds, making sure as to not let any suspicion, dribble down the cracks onto the parasites below.

I’m pretty sure if you look closely, the Statue of Liberty says:

“We hurdle your masses, that want to be free, we keep them tired and poor, for our own benefits and wealth, nothing more”.

None of the “1%” or any politician has ever genuinely had, any regard or concern for his “fellow man”,  it has, and always will be, for some sort of recognition.

That is not real.  That is not open-handed or self-sacrificing.  I challenge you to do it for little compensation and little to no commendation.  That’s obviously rhetorical.  Society could never allow this to happen.

As I digress, I am well aware that I have a voice and a platform, I can do with it as I wish, until the day that squeak becomes too loud, and I am seized and shut down.  Until then I will write, scribble, scream, and flail my arms like an imprisoned lunatic until I am heard and set free.

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