13. In the Name of Freedom of Speech

“Give us not guns, for we have weapons of induced mass participation. Give us not intolerance, for we are masters of high pressure conditioning. We are blind to the exploit, to the repression, and to the policing of our decisions and ideas.”

In the name of freedom of speech, in the name of this big lie of manipulation of words, we the illusory futurists, progress lovers, and defenders of our rights and freedoms, we shush you. The freedom we have been coerced to believe in, is only an illusory one, for it frees only as long as we shut up, we stay at a distance from the state, the master, the institutions, and as long as we don’t leave the confines that are imposed on us; (one wrong turn, one wrong word, and we are fucked.) The confines imposed on us not only in our homes, but that come with our presence in the camp of civilization, its institutions, and its chains. Ironically, nowadays, the play on words, as deceptive as ever, has made “home confinement” a new term, as if before we were free. As if before we weren’t shackled. Invisible shackles with painful scars.

We tolerate words, and we conceal the filth surrounding us, by crawling under the phantom of freedom of speech. hiding under it, taking refuge under figments of “democratic” imagination, we help suppress any confrontation into powerless ideas. in the name of progress and democracy, this ism that ism, we as politicians, journalists, lawyers, therapists, and teachers, and such, exploit, oppress and kill. We merely appear, discuss, and respond politely to questions, carefully choose politically correct words, smile at criticism under the pretentious title of non-judgment, we add, refute, and amend, and call it freedom. We defend an act of war, in words, and kill someone with words of hatred.

Give us not guns, for we have weapons of induced mass participation. Give us not intolerance, for we are masters of high pressure conditioning. We are blind to the exploit, to the repression, and to the policing of our decisions and ideas. Or when we are under the blind, illusory impression of this realization of power, we still legitimize, and nullify.We are slaves carrying the corpse of civilization on our shackled hands and feet, and bending us, are the masters coloring our chains with freedom, rights, and laws, linking each chain, naming it with colorful words to coerce, legitimize, and exploit. The masters need us in submission, respectful of the rules and abiding by the social consensus. We are obligated to accept our imprisonment, and quietly participate as a result of exploitation justified and legitimized through play on words like duty, open mindedness, democracy, social acceptance and community oneness, fascism, and other isms linked, chained, and ever so entangled.

Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in

Michael Corleone The Godfather III

We are free in our happy little isles under an imposed social consensus, like blinded falcons, in beautiful cages, waiting patiently, at our masters’ mercy. Freedom is not what it allows us, rights is not what it gives us, the monster gives us what’s needed to build structures needed to coerce, legitimize, justify and accept. The happy isle that we build ourselves to hold us in, to accept the logic of submission. Yet we puncture, we breathe, knowing that keeping our distance will conserve life, but confronting it, puncturing it means living. It is important to bring our adversary down, dodging and expressing our disappointment in it is not sufficient. Spontaneous resistance however futile is now.

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