Black Pilled
When I go into town I see people wearing masks, avoiding eye contact, and social distancing. I get this feeling that I’m alone, the only living being walking among a society of ghosts.
What I’m seeing is compliance. I find it hard to accept that my fellow Americans who I thought were like me in their love of liberty are not at all like me. They’re conformists “sheeple” and lately, I am feeling nothing but disdain for them. It saddens me but it also makes me angry and I’m still not through processing all of it.
I’m being forced to rethink my political views. I don’t know if these soft patriots are up to re-declaring the Declaration of Independence.
If it were to happen and it succeeded making us all free again what will we do about the majority who really don’t want to be free, those who want to be protected by someone else, fed by someone else, sheltered by someone else? What about when they form a collective and take us right back to democracy and slavery?
No change is ever made by the compliant; only those who disobey have a chance at doing something meaningful, something worth remembering.