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Free dumb vs. Freedom

The big difference between Freedumb and Freedom is; freedumb is thinking we are free and Freedom is being free. To know the difference you have to get out from freedumb to try freedom. Freedumb is believing what we were told since birth, that we are free, but like the bird hatched in the cage, our sense of freedom is relative. In reality, we live in a mental cage and physically contained by our home, work and car. Our government controls our freedom. Each year we lose another piece of freedom and quietly submit to another rule and control mechanism. At some point the only way to judge our freedumb appreciably is to compare it with being in prison, for comparing to anything else makes our freedom look dumb and dumber. Some who have done that comparison between free living and being imprisoned noted that, today, there isn’t a huge difference between the two lifestyles.

A prisoner’s day is too much like how the average “free” working person at some job lives. They both live in buildings, sleep in bedrooms, one with bars, but who cares while you are sleeping. Both get a breakfast to start their day. One pays for it and the other just walks off to the exercise yard while the one paying needs to earn money by doing time in some cubical where they are mentally chained to a desk. Both have pee breaks and lunch, which, again one pays for but the other not, and then while one goes back to the play yard or even to do chores, the other, the free-dumb one chains back up in the cubical for more duty. Dinner is at the same table every night and the TV switched on right after with one paying for both dinner and TV while the other doesn’t even have to think about it.

Ironically, the one who has to pay for everything is free and the one who doesn’t is not free.

One begins to wonder who is in prison and who isin. The irony is too much, especially when the free one has to pay for and support the not free one and at the end of the month, the prisoner has more money left over than the dumb free one. The lifestyles are frighteningly similar with the prisoner, in some cases, having it a little better when you consider free medical, dental and what-more. The prisoner will get needed surgery while the free one may not for the lack of being able to afford it or for their not being in prison. Of course, the prisoner can’t take a day off from work, call in one of his sick days and go to the beach. So, there are trade-offs—been to the beach recently? Let’s just go once to prove we are free.

We are living in freedumb not freedom and we didn’t even get into the slaughtered Constitution and Bill of Rights issues that assured us of real freedom forever.

A true to life example of how freedom slowly escapes us with each generation was revealed in my car one evening a few years ago. I was driving along on a California freeway with my son of 16 years in the front seat and my Dad in the back. Three generations riding along in my automobile talking about freedom, when the police car that was following us closely for some time began to annoy me. I made an assertive statement about not liking to be followed around by police and mentioned how traffic tickets have become a police income generating business. My son piped up in defense of the police, telling me that they were not so bad judging from his own experience with them. “What was that, I asked?” He said that the police didn’t confiscate his off-road trail bike that I had recently bought him that he was properly walking back from the sand lot where kids rode these things. “They what?” They didn’t take his bike? He thought this was cool of them for ‘they could have’ he said. “The bike had no green sticker, Dad!” “What green sticker?” “What do you need a sticker for to ride some bike in the dirt?” When I was a kid we didn’t have any dumb stickers on our bikes nor even the unlicensed field cars we rode around in tall grass. I have never heard of needing a sticker to ride a bike in some dirt out back. He thought the police were being generous not stealing his bike and I thought that even suggesting they would have to right to take my kid’s bike was going too far. Too many rules and each one takes more of our freedom, is what I was ranting. Dad in the back was his usual quiet, so I asked him if the police were hijacking kid’s bikes when he was a kid. He thought for a bit and then calmly remarked; “they didn’t have cops when I was a kid.” I guess that summed it up. Few rules and few police. Well, he did comment that compared to today (1982); there was a great deal more freedom for all when he was a kid. I chimed in with my old analogy that the loss of freedom was routinely accepted like how people would accept the pushing of a two-foot long injection needle in their bodies as long as it was done slowly and gently. Jabbing a long needle into someone in a few minutes would be like taking our freedom in a few days. Both invasions need a long, long time as not to be noticed or made too uncomfortable.

Bringing freedom loss up to date, today September 2010, I am told that the US government is trying to get a bill through where they license your home. Something to do with H.R. 2454 (Cap and Trade bill). So, a little green sticker for the house now too? I will have to ask my now 43 year old son if he still thinks the sticker programs are just fine.

The more serious freedoms to recognize that are not there anymore have to do with the Constitutions and human rights; the Bill of Rights in America. These documents have been eroded away over the years, clandestinely and without our knowing. Who cares, as long as they are not arresting me? Well, we shall see how that works one day too, very possibly. The stage is set to legally do a lot of arresting and possibly just having guns one day will be cause for such. Any excuse to declare Martial Law and legal gun ownership could end over a weekend. I can picture the shootout now over Americans losing their guns.

Who knows for sure, but those that think they do, that have researched it, say; our freedom is getting down to the right to eat and breathe, and I hear the Natural News editor telling us that even eating is now being regulated for us. Oops, there goes the natural food and vitamins. This full disclosure of lost freedom could take the 450 pages or more that I have read, so we might end here for the purpose of this discussion.

OK, we just described Freedumb, so what is Freedom like?

Freedom is wonderful. Everyone should try it. Few know what it really feels like. Pure freedom is like riding a bicycle (with no sticker) down a gentle hill. It is easy, freewheeling and a tad euphoric. Freedom can be measured. Basically, the measure is in the numbers of and kinds of restrictions; rules and regulations a government/society has in place and enforcing on its citizens, willing or unwilling. The ultimate freedom might be no rules, which, admittedly only works in the absence of large populations. Therefore, one might seek smaller population environments.

To bring a minor freedom into light and in keeping with motor vehicles theme, I will never forget my first day driving my first car in the Vava’u Island group of Tonga. Picture this: No police cars. The only one was broken down. Every time it got up to about 35 mph, the front wheels would start shaking so bad they would have to stop it and try going again. Totally Keystone! I drove out of the parking lot and adjusted my rear view mirror thinking, what do I need that for? No Highway Patrol is going to be back there and now I can keep both eyes on the road ahead of me for a change. No white lines to confine you and no stop signs and no traffic lights. No speed limit signs or hazard signs either. You didn’t need to wear seatbelts; your choice. When I came to an intersection there were no signs, no lights, so I just proceeded carefully. I reveled in that I didn’t need to stop at some red light over my head, waiting for nothing except the restricting thing to take forever to turn green.

This is a form of freedom, matters not if by design or default. This relaxed condition sets the tone for more of the same kind of free and self-regulating ways of living in the South Pacific Islands.

Real freedom is a big basket of simple free things we never knew were missing or possible, like being able to build your own boat out of bamboo logs and even put a motor on it. Consider the same freedom for building an addition to your home without having to involve the whole town in a meeting for that new bedroom for a child. In one California town, they had a rule for what color your house could be. As well, some years back a rubber blow up raft with a little motor on it never needed to be registered. As a sailor, I remember the day that law changed and we were running around trying to figure a way to paint or stick numbers on stretching rubber and then came the big floppy number plates with nothing to tie them to. As soon as we would sail offshore the number plates fell off and the whole Highway Patrol of the sea ended. We don’t need no stinkin’ numbers on our rubber ducky dinghies—only in America.

Freedom from a thousand little things that might be gnawing at us or crop up can accumulate and become unpleasantly accepted, anyway, nothing you can do about it except leave since we have no say in any of it. Home schooling laws, child protective laws where a child can have their parents arrested, could be good, but probably more often not. Choices of food are now being restricted and genetically modified food being made mainstream – that’s from the “Food Police”. Tomatoes are looking good, but tasteless, compared to the real stuff. In Tonga, nothing is genetically modified, at least not that which is gown there. Now, believe it or not, there’s the “Paperclip Police” in the U.S.[Comments] , where paperclips are being evaluated for levels of toxicity in the event of falling into the hands of children. Soon they will all have to be the size of your fist, in order that they cannot be swallowed readily. What will the more and more ‘controling’, Federal Government want to regulate next ?

There are no “no swimming” signs in Tonga. You can swim anywhere and people do and in their clothes too. No lifeguards might sound uncaring, but just the opposite since everyone is a lifeguard when there are none designated. The person beside you is your guard. People take care of each other when there are no rules not to do so.

Being fully responsible for your own self and not being arrested for forgetting to take your life jacket out boating is a nice freedom. Not having to get a sticker on your boat, your bike, your off road whatever = more freedom. To swim anywhere you want and anytime without lifeguards or designated artificial boundaries for much of anything and to walk in barefoot and shop or eat free from government rules, just left up to the establishment, adds to the basket of freedoms. Freedom to be creative in construction, in putting up a garden shed without begging for a permit in a town meeting, or having to show your ID to buy anything, from beer to paint. The small stuff adds up. The big freedoms are more in the lifestyle where crime is virtually non-existent and punishment is commensurate with the petty crimes as indicated by the rule requiring one to get back to jail before they lock you out after 6 PM. Used to be 9 PM, but they got tough and lowered it to 6 PM —so the sign said outside the unguarded and fence-less prison.

In order to experience real freedom we may just have to perform our own “bailout” and bail out of our own prison. I suppose it might be as scary as the canary might see the cage door open to the rest of the world. The choice is ours and most won’t opt to leave the cage, freedumb being perceived as safer in that prison of sorts. Truth is; you are vulnerable to a lot more in the cage if things change and the designated feeder person doesn’t come through as expected. How many days would you have in there without the services we rely upon? Freedom can also be freedom from dependency on things we can’t control and trust.

South Pacific islands folks know what real freedom is and sees the freedumb for what it is. Clean air and clear water are not thought of as freedoms, but when you are not free to breathe healthy air where we live or work, then it just became a freedom. There are hundreds of these subtle losses that we don’t think about that effect us and much negatively. Happier are they who have left the cage. Fear not, for there are few cats and no snakes.

Summary: Everything has changed and “we the people” let it happen. In the beginning, the people set up their government with rules called the Constitution, then they went to sleep, satisfied that these rules would ensure their freedom, rights and safety. They died, but their children were born with this same sense of security and esprit de corps, and they slept. Their children did the same. Each generation that was not really tending to the government, pacified by a questionable voting effort, they trusted in their government that their ever so very great-grandfather’s instituted for them in some form of a code of trust—written even. However, because of the nature of the demented humans who seek authority and power, those in power would slowly violate that trust, and so much violation occurred while the people were sleeping that they didn’t notice what monster had crawled up next to them and took them over—until it was too late.

Today, many are bailing from the bailout. The migration to greener pastures has its problems too, for there are limits to the numbers and by law the amount of land foreigners can occupy. This is good for those who are not locked out, but only that “early bird” that saw the door to the cage open, “gets the worm.” In order to get family and friends out, you need to secure some place for them, for they know not what to do. You are not alone in this realization of a need while others are still under the ether. When they wake up, it may be too late for them to move, as so many Germans and most Europeans discovered so many times in the past. So, this is not a new concept, just new to Americans. The world is in unison that it is America’s turn now. The wise have a lifeboat, a safe haven, insurance, a bit of paradise set aside for the rainy day; and the storm is coming. This is clear and we hope not nu-clear—another reason for living in the Southern Hemisphere. Those who can see clouds from both sides now, now know what’s in there. No way to communicate with someone, no matter how close they are to you, who are mentally blocked and asleep. Perhaps you can see for them and act for them now, while you can and when they wake up, they will be glad you did.

There are a few options in the Southern Hemisphere, one being South America. With a little analysis, that’s like “jumping from the frying pan into the fire.” Leaving the U.S. for a mainland location “South-of-the-Border”, where drug-gangs & drug wars are known to operate freely; what is to keep them from walking, if they can’t drive, to (particularly Mex., Central & So. America) invading those vulnerable “gated communities” one day? One must consider in the worst of times that an island location with its natural moat, in the very safe, much more affordable, unspoiled and beautiful South Pacific, is certainly more the answer—all things considered !

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