Land of the Free, Home of the Brave?

I live in the land of the caged, penned up, spied upon, phone tapped, message intersepted home of the cowardly and afraid who are encouraged to spy on and report on others.  I want to be free and among the brave again. 

I am sometimes seized with the desire to knock over police barriers, tear down posters with eyes telling me to report on my fellows.  I so loathe living in a world where I am told to “say something if I see something,” that I have vowed under almost no circumstances will I say anything, not to the police anyway.  Any choice is preferable to becoming a police informer. 

We have allowed the illegitimate Bush regime to take away our freedoms and a police state to be established.  We have allowed the invasion of another country and the murder of hundreds of thousands of innocent people and the destruction of their land. 

We knew before the invasion that there was no reason for it; the UN inspectors were there telling us there were not WMD.  Even if there had been, we had no reason to invade.  Iraq posed no threat to the US.  As my valiant and reasonable Congressional Representative at the time, Major Owens, said, we never panicked and invaded the Soviet Union when we knew for sure that they had WMD. 

Why do we allow this regime to go on?  Why do we not demand that Bush, Cheney, Rice, Rumsfeld, Rove, Perle, Wolfowitz, and company be held accountable.  The ones still in office can be impeached.  The others can be indicted for war crimes and crimes against humanity under US and international laws and tried. 

Why do we not do it?  We have become the fearful and the cowardly in the land of the penned up, spied on, wire tapped, controlled. 

My grandchildren have lived most of their lives under the repressive Bush dictatorship.  They only know being scanned, spied on, penned in, and monitored.  They don’t know what it was like to go about life in a free country where people had the courage to live life fully.  It breaks my heart.  They think this is normal. 

Today on 42nd Street, I stopped for coffee at a shop.  More than half of the long block between Times Square and 8th Avenue was full of police cars.  A pleasant looking young policeman was in the shop getting coffee, too.  I asked him why all the cars.  He said they were the anti-terror unit. 

All I could see them doing at the time was getting coffee.  A street full of police cars parked and empty while the officers get coffee?  Haven’t they any real protection work to do?  Could they not be better employed?  Is the real agenda there to intimidate and control people in the Times square area, which is becoming more and more the bastion of corporations and less and less a place where freedom of expression lives.  The disnification of Broadway is not a step up in my mind.   I never want to go to Disneyland and am horrified at the way Times Square is more and more controlled by Disney and other big, greedy corporations who sell bland, tasteless entertainment at high prices.   Can we not tell the difference between real culture and Disney? 

These things are not unrelated.  Mussolini said that fascism should really be called corporatism.   We have that, corporatism, and the police is in its service and the government in its service. 

I want to live in the land of the free and the home of the brave. 


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