A thought, at what point in time does one become enslaved by a quest for freedom? If we had freedom would we know it? And isn't it all relative?
These thoughts occurred to me once when I was listening to an individual complain about the status of their life at that particular moment. It wasn't that I couldn't emphasize. It was just that the words an individual spoke to me once were echoing through my head, "Ya know, there are probably a couple million people in China that don't give a damn about your problems. They're probably concerned with what they might eat this eve."
It is all relevant isn't it? What would be your concept of "God given rights", "Freedom" be were you born in China? Most in America today are only free by virtue of the fact that there momma and daddy happened to be living in this country when they did the wild thing. So maybe there is some perverted sense of entitlement that is passed on through generations whereby an individual by virtue of their place of birth can claim the right to freedom and the right to trample on the rights of others.
It is an interesting paradox isn't it? Many who clamor for their rights I suspect become confused over a right and a desire. And are all to willing to subjugate the rights of others in an effort to achieve personal desire. Does this sound a bit confusing.
However if you consider the doctrine of manifest destiny and how the framers of the constitution so gingerly stepped around (or downright avoided) the issue of slavery then it starts to become plain how Americans from the beginning have a history of hollering for rights while at the same time oppressing the rights of others. It makes me uncomfortable to think about these things. Because in doing so I have to start closely examining my own actions, and the actions of any persons and/or groups I may affiliate with. OOO like way uncomfortable.
Now I hear tell back in the late 60's, early 70's they was a heap of people running the streets crying for revolution. Some achieved a certain amount of notoriety and prominence. Then bang (literally), 4 dead in Kent, Ohio. And some notorious leaders got there asses back in school got there MBA's and there Mercedes and the parties over (for them anyway).
So whats the point here? Oh hell I don't know, I ain't got no MBA or PHD but I did sleep in a holiday express Inn one night. Click on the response box in the previous post and read Chainsaws equation. Now thats a good point. Although my motorcycle may be a vehicle by which I advocate freedom It is not the means by which I am free. Ride on..rc