The 14th FA Cup for the First Time

He’d just sat down with a drink at a dark, dingy pub far away from home, settling into his hardwood seat, finding a way to get comfortable in spite of the purse on his belt that bulged with golden coins.

Being a man of honor and youth, he had made no moves to display his wealth but also made no moves to hide it. It’s value was simply was what it was. As his eyes slowly adjusted to the light of the firelit eve, he saw all sorts of folk swarming the scene.

There were all the usual types peddling their wares at fare prices, but the shrewd demeanor that permeated the man’s every move clearly communicated he had a plan in mind, and that he’d follow through or die trying. Many suitors passed his way but just as quickly left once they realized his intentions. He would often take a long, slow drag from the burning ember barely hanging from his cigarette as he made eye contact with potential suitors as a way of saying…

He was in control and they were not what he was looking for. Not tonight, not ever. The silver glint in his hair flashed in the flickering firelight as strongly as the passion for success flashed in his eyes on those rare moments you were able to catch them. Between the flash and the frowns, a familiar face made it’s way over with a smile and a wave. To some, it didn’t seem like much, bit to the few who knew, it meant a lot.

Of course, it took more than a smile and wave to win this man over. All who laid eyes upon his sullen, dark features knew that. But this was not one of those situations. When intent meets desire, there aren’t many things foolish enough to stand in its way, even fewer that are successful at it. In the distance, a sage silently bowed and a wise man paused in respect add the winds whistled and the trees trembled.

The man stood, collected his things, and walked into the pitch black silence of midnight nowhere. Behind him stood all that he knew, offers on the table, safety at stroke of the pen, life as one could only hope for… But in the darkness, he met an old friend. A friend with a vague promise built on hope, memories, and failed actors. And from that dark, cold evening in December, as the Wolves circled, the Chickens roosted, and the demons threatened, he accepted an offer no sane man would accept.

There’s a small fire threatening to roar to life. It’s crackling and popping from an ember from an ember hidden deep under some old logs. An ember that never died, an ember that was once part of a crackling, roaring inferno that fueled laughter and warmth in all those that gathered around it. It’s been lying in wait for years, feeding itself on the memories of what once was and hope for what might come.

It may be a bridge between the past and future, uniquely placed by coincidence and last minute trolley dashes. Few are the sporting men who’d have been willing to plunk down their hard earned money on the potential manifestation of actions in those days and none can blame them. What wise man would bet on a last minute purchase made in sheer desperation as a sure fire investment?

Yet, as that desperate move so many years ago stabilized a ship recently rocked by a profound battering on the shores of a familiar land, once again the old ship, this time lilting and leaning from fresh wounds, will be directed to a safe harbor, but this time from a position of command, by that same man.

First World Civil Wars

“What we’ve got here is a failure to communicate…”

Maybe it’s an after effect of tear gas, but I walked away from Monday night’s event feeling sparks of revolution in the air. Events of the last few nights have been anything but as radical liberals have displaced liberal radicals.

“Did you wear a black armband when they shot the man who said ‘peace could last forever’?”

I always interpreted the first line of this dissected quote as a failure of those who are listening, because that’s where the traditional communication connection begins. But modern communication doesn’t boil down to the quality of the message, but quantity.

“My hands are tied for all I’ve seen has changed my mind but still the wars go on as the years go by with no love of God or human rights. All these dreams are swept aside by bloody hands of those who carry the cross of homicide. History hides the lies of our civil wars.”

In the 60’s, they said “the medium is the message.” Now, the messenger is the message. If you think one side is fully communicating, change the channel.

“You can’t trust freedom when it’s not in your hands and everyone’s fighting for their promised land.”

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Bonus internet points to those who know the source of the quote without Googling it! No spoilers please. First World Civil Wars

Three Miles to Freedom

When I pull into the parking lot of where I live and round the median to find a space, I can usually catch a glimpse of the crowd from a local bar with which I share a building. It’s the typical hipster hangout with a largely unsurprising selection of accessible beer and overpriced fried what-have-yous. There’s nothing remarkable about it at all other than the fact that it has been around for as long as it has. Legend has it that it used to be a pretty cool place back in the day with back porch group karaoke until 2am that usually ended with a rousing and heavily slurred rendition of Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey.

At least that’s what my neighbor tells me. He has also told me the schedule of every dumpster pickup in the area, when the market beneath me opens, when the chefs arrive, and peak traffic times. The man has the ears of neurotic cat and the memory of an elephant. He’s a good guy to have around when you need such details. I can also understand why being awoken to Don’t Stop Believin’ on a nightly basis would stick in one’s memory.

Two nights ago, as I came back from the protest and turned in my parking lot, the back porch of the hipster bar was empty. It was closed as its in city limits and curfew happened at 8pm in Asheville. I had arrived home around 8:10 as I stayed as long as I dare at the protest without tempting the police. Obviously, the bar was closed because of the curfew.

I made it out just in time two nights ago as watching a live feed of the protest on the way home showed a group of marching protestors get ambushed from behind by the police with several rounds of tear gas and many more rubber bullets. Yes, ambushed because there was no audible warning given and all shots came from behind the group. Reporters and innocent civilians trying to drive home alike were caught up in the mayhem and there were about 20 arrests shortly thereafter. I’ve heard it said that it’s nice to see where your tax dollars are going. I’d like to meet that fella and have a chat. Before curfew of course.

Last night as I pulled into my parking lot, the back porch of the bar was so full that people were spilling into the parking lot. Dozens of people were drinking and smoking as if it was any other Thursday evening. I parked my car and walked back slightly in shock as the realization of what was happening slowly dawned on me.

I watched for a few moments as everyone carried on like there wasn’t a curfew and tear gas being fired at their fellow citizens less than three miles from where they were drinking the latest overpriced microbrew. It took me that long to reckon the contrast of realities I had experienced in just a few minutes.

I walked into the bar and found an unsuspecting waiter to ask what was going on. When I inquired as to how they were open when there was a curfew in place, he replied that as an establishment that served food, they were an essential business. I scanned the people sitting inside and saw two people eating food. Two out of more than fifty. 4% at best. That was enough for the rest of the crowd to carry on life as usual. The waiter said I was welcome to “belly up for a drink.” I hesitated… but did not share my opinions about how his employer was abusing the system and definitely did not belly up for a drink.

On my drive home, I saw other bars open and figured they were just clearing out since it was close to the 8pm curfew. I guess I was wrong. On my way home, I also saw families taking walks around their community. I saw people taking bike rides. I saw people ordering dinner from a food truck. I saw what looked life as normal. If I hadn’t known there was a curfew, I would have had no idea there was a curfew.

Tonight I saw two Americas. I saw one group of people asking the government to put a stop to legally-protected murder, and then those same people being forced to go home under threat of tear gas and physical harm. At the exact same time, I saw another group of people enjoying a comfortable lifestyle in a warm, cozy, detached bar just three miles away due to a legal loophole, and no one threatening them with anything other than a late-night drunken singalong.

Do you see the problem here?

With Tear Gas & Injustice For All

I am a non-partisan pacifist and last night, I tasted tear gas.

Obviously, for that to have happened, I was at an event featuring police and protestors. I went because I wanted to see the truth with my own two eyes. I have been following events closely on social media and traditional media outlets for days but I needed to see it and be a part of it myself.

I will admit that I had no intention of joining the front lines – I merely wanted to watch and see what was happening. It is my duty to know the truth because as an American citizen, I have the responsibility to vote and speak up in regards to determining who decides the future of me and my descendants.

I went to watch and observe. To soak up the truth of the moment. There are many factors and factions at play in these protests and I know that I could not possibly discern the full truth in a moment or even hours. The powers at play have been at it for longer than I and are far better at knowing what makes people act and react than I do. The countless articles, essays, and books to be written about what is happening in America right now are proof of my limited perspective.

But if my perspective can have a positive effect then I have the responsibility to present it. I can only hope to do just that for anyone and everyone reading this. And before I do so, allow me to express two personal biases that guided my view tonight and will guide follow up discussion from me:

First, the “right vs left” argument is a false dichotomy and I will not play that game in the comments. There are so many more ways we could be exercising our personal and political rights than are fleshed out in the Republican and Democratic parties. I wish we had more parties because I think being “pro-life” shouldn’t force a person to vote for whomever the Republican party offers as a candidate in any given race. Ditto for “pro-choice” and the Democratic Party.

Second, trickle-down politics is a bad joke and we are the punchline. We are all told to follow a leader chosen for us, and then have to swallow all that leader says and does. The effects of their decisions trickle down on us, and we deserve better. Are you laughing at the state of things right now? Don’t feel bad if you aren’t – neither is anyone else I know, but every single DC politician is laughing all the way to the bank. I was raised conservative, went libertarian, and live in a very progressive city. I’m none of the above and I love all y’all.

Now to the tear gas… It was terrible. Have you ever accidentally rubbed your eye when hot sauce or jalapeno juice was on your finger? It’s like that but much, much worse, and not only because it is a chemical designed for nothing other than pure pain that renders a person completely subject to whatever follows, but because it was tactfully and intentionally forced on you by someone else as a demonstration of power.

Before that happened, I skirted the protest a couple of times. I wove my way around thousands of emphatically chanting, well-meaning citizens; observed the scared, but dedicated and disciplined police at a close distance and from afar; instantly felt the pressure let up as I circled around the back of the station and saw entrances guarded by police who waved and nodded at me; saw local businesses owners protecting their establishments; met medics telling me how to react if I needed help; came across a group of young men agitating at every move and seeking trouble; and saw people stacking up water bottles, milk, and other basic supplies to take care of people.

While doing my rounds, I saw a few disturbing things. First, there were the roving bands of people dressed in ad hoc, all-black outfits and they had no connection to the group at large. The second was when police kneeled as a sign of solidarity and the audience applauded… only for one moron to fling a water bottle at the police at that exact moment. This was met with a round of booing from the crowd and an attempt to identify and remove the individual. The third was a regulated and reinforced escalation of police presence – until the firework that comes later, I saw nothing more than an occasional water bottle thrown at police i.e. nothing that required a scaled, escalated presence but it kept happening.

This wasn’t the first time I was in a similar situation. That happened in Debrecen Hungary in 1997 in a soccer match between Hungary & Romania, and it was real. Romanians, with whom my dad and I, along with another missionary family, were seated, was behind barbed wire for our protection. Policemen with dogs every few feet surrounded us. The Hungarians climbed the fence to hurl rocks, coins, and epitaphs with relentless ferocity. A rock hit me on the hip so hard I bled through my jeans. (Much to my dismay, the scar has faded.) I saw what anger looked like on a brand new level. I saw how generational beliefs operated when anger rose to the surface. I was fascinated because it was just a soccer game, but with crystal clarity, I finally understood how people around the world were killed over long-standing differences.

On my last trip around the Asheville protest last night, I sat on a bench for a few minutes and saw an SUV dive-bomb the wrong way down a one-way road and start chanting antagonistic, anti-protest phrases while slowly moving towards the police. Within a couple of minutes after this, a large firework mortar was lobbed behind police lines. It exploded with great sound and fury which enraged everyone. The crowd was against it wholeheartedly and lifted their voices in unison to communicate that. The police were against it too but their response was multiple shots of tear gas in and around the entire crowd.

It was then, for the first time ever, I heard thousands of voices simultaneously cry out in anger and dismay. First, it was the sound of a thousand voices expressing anger at the one person who threw the firework knowing it would undo all the work that had been done that evening. Then, in a split second, it turned to dismay at the police’s response to one person’s action – that response being multiple canisters of tear gas fired at all and the screaming of everyone.

Then I saw a sea of people turn with fear, anger, disgust, and pain written all over their faces and run at me for their lives not knowing if the endless, repetitive noise of projectiles being fired directly at them was tear gas, rubber bullets, or worse. I saw the visceral and very real pain on hundreds of individuals all at once as they stampeded to safety and until you have seen this for yourself, you will know that no words will ever do it justice. It is life-changing for you are seeing hundreds of wild-eyed people relentlessly charging at you in sheer pandemonium.

The tear gas rolled along with them like an ominous cloud of doom. The rest of the air was filled with screams, cries, pleas for help, spitting, coughing, choking – nothing but terror and physical pain in countless people grasping, gasping, and running for their lives. The goodness of the moment had been instantly sucked up in the vacuum of relentless physical pain as waves of the murky gray enemy gently rolled over everyone.

There were also the sounds of those calling for friends, those picking up the fallen, those leading the blinded and choking to safety, those helping others. It was the best and worst of humanity in a few seconds and an experience that will stay with me for the rest of my life.

There were about 4,000 people at the protest last night. And one person threw a firework that resulted in tear gas. That means it only took 0.00025% of the crowd to trigger the pain and suffering of thousands. Last night, 0.00025% of the population and the police response hurt everyone standing up for a better America.

I returned back to the original scene with the rest of the crowd. Most were shouting “hands up, don’t shoot” and can you blame them? Tear gas hurts and you won’t ever understand how badly until you have felt it with every pore in your face. I only got a small taste but I now fully understand why tear gas is illegal in war – it’s inhumane. To put it simply, tear gas is a pesticide for humans.

99.99975% of the protestors had done nothing wrong but had just paid the cost for one idiot’s actions. Yet they believed in their cause so strongly that they were again willing to face inhumane pain and suffering.

This is real y’all. Protestors aren’t out across the nation because they want to break windows and loot some shoes. They’re going through hell for the betterment of our country – you and your family included. And that’s the God-honest truth.

The powers-that-be on both sides are instigating circumstances and actions that lead to the pain and suffering of people. They are subverting these events for their own purposes but that does not render the cause or protests unjust.

Tonight I saw a peaceful assembly of Americans destroyed by the actions of an insignificant minority that is being given far too much power thanks to the subverted talking points and weaponized rhetoric of the false, dichotomous political narrative.

Are we a country “of the people, by the people, for the people” or are we going to continue letting a few selfish individuals control us? Tear gas hurts like hell, but I will do it all over again because it is a small price to pay for liberty and justice for all. I hope you will join me.

Globalism made the middle class.

If an iPhone were made in America, it would cost more than $2,000. The price increase for most consumer goods (and components of American made goods) currently made in China would cost 200-300% more if they were brought back to America, and that’s not including initial investment costs to build all those factories.

Higher prices would also dramatically decrease sales of American products in other countries reducing the stock market value of these companies and limit national economic growth opportunities.

In 1971, one ounce of gold cost $35. Now it costs $1722, a 4,820% increase. One reason why is the same what caused the decoupling in 1971 – the value of the dollar is decreasing. The $3,000,000,000,000 printed this year alone will further drive down the real value of the dollar.

Cheaper goods from offshore manufacturing is one key factor why prices of goods in the US haven’t dramatically increased to cover the cost of a weaker dollar. Full inflation costs have been hidden from view through the process of propping up the middle class lifestyle with cheaper goods.

Globalism has made the middle class lifestyle affordable while hiding the cost of inflation. Our currency is in too much debt and or economy too reliant on others to become isolationist. As the Marshall Plan is the foundation of what “made America great,” the only viable path forward is a new Plan.

Fear needs an enemy. Activism needs a plan.

“First of all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself – nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance.” – Franklin D. Roosevelt

This quote came up in a recent conversation I had with my good friend James Hines. We were discussing current events and sharing theories of how our country was going to move forward. This is something I have been mulling over for months now. Why hasn’t America had a plan for dealing with Covid-19 and our nation’s recovery?

The first case in the US was nearly four months ago and other than the phased reopening plan, there hasn’t been a clearly communicated plan for the country’s response to the pandemic or what we’re going to do as a result of it.

Now our country is more fragmented than ever, casting dirty looks at each other based on whether or not we’re wearing a mask, and fighting each other on issues we have no control over. The disharmony has been roiling for much longer, but this current situation is bringing things to a head.

There are many examples of Americans coming together for a common cause – the New Deal, World War II, the 9/11 response to name a few. That is not to say I support the results of all those examples – the point is, the American people respond in big ways when duty calls. The difference this time is no leader has organized the American people behind a common cause.

What has happened is political leaders on all sides are name-calling, pointing fingers, shifting blame, and avoiding responsibilities to us, the unemployed, the sick, and the dying. This pandemic cannot be fought on a local or state level. There are measures that can be taken on these levels, but a national problem demands a national response.

One of Harry S Truman’s most famous quotes is “The Buck Stops Here” because he took responsibility for his decisions and their effects on others. There is a distinct lack of this mentality in Washington DC and it is hurting all of us.

Another one of Harry S Truman’s famous quotes is “The Marshall Plan will go down in history as one of America’s greatest contributions to the peace of the world.” Truman became president on the heels of World War II and led a nation unified by the war to the common goal of rebuilding the global economy.

This is the type of leadership we have needed since the pandemic first hit our shores. We are all hurting in one way or another and at the same time, we are all wanting better things for ourselves, our friends and family, and our country.

I see the activism on all sides as evidence that Americans want to take action – we want to rally around a common cause for the betterment of those we care about. Americans are clearly ready to join a cause, fight for their rights, fight the enemy, and even take up arms but who is the enemy?

I am having a hard time seeing how America recovers from these past few months without clear communication from our leaders. We are currently fighting ourselves, but we are not our enemy. As things stand, China is being made out to be our enemy, but we are an angry nation that has been at war with ourselves for years… and the powers-that-be use that to keep us divided, angry, and at war.

We’re all scared of what a virus is doing to the country, but we’re all capable of overcoming it for something greater than ourselves. As long as we are afraid of and running away from the other political party, politicians, media, and anyone who holds different views, we will not be able to “convert retreat into advance” and overcome the fear that is ripping this country apart.

Reopen the Economy

I find the “reopen the economy” debate intrinsically flawed for a few reasons, and infuriated that the choice between livelihood & life has been politically weaponized by our country’s leaders. Here are a few reasons why I see the Reopen Debate as nothing more than two intentionally narrowed perspectives of a very complex issue.

1. Your rights end where mine begin.

In a poll conducted over the last week of April, 65% of Americans said “having people return to work” would be a bad idea. Over 80% said it would be a bad idea for students to return to schools, open restaurants again, and allow public sporting events.

It doesn’t matter if everything reopened tomorrow, 65-80% of Americans won’t go to work, businesses, or events. Reopening tomorrow means maybe 20-35% of former economic activity will return and that’s nowhere near enough to “save the economy” and further increases the cost of each human life lost due to reopening too early.

2. He’s dead, Jim.

The US economy peaked in Q4 2018. Since then, the rate of growth had been decreasing and after an unprecedented run of economic growth, a slowdown or recession was inevitable. Policymakers can tease the economy through interest rates and other levers, but it is simply impossible to maintain growth forever. A decline was already happening – that’s a fact.

US GDP fell by 4.8% in Q1 2020, but at an annual rate of 30%, a rate not seen since the Great Depression. Q2 2020 is going to be much worse and reopening local businesses isn’t going to change that. The tidal waves from the trickle-down effects are only starting to hit the shore of the global economy, and reopening bowling alleys and hair salons to fix the economy will be as effective as a holding on to a pool noodle when the tidal waves hit.

3. It’s actually a zombie economy.

As recently as last year, 12% of publicly traded companies in developed nations were classified as zombie companies. That means they weren’t earning enough money to pay the interest on their debt, let alone debt, or grow as a profitable company. They are being propped up by cheap money and a “too big to fail” classification.

The number of zombie companies will certainly skyrocket as a result of this, but can we let the American airline industry fail when another country will prop up their airline industry to take over this sector of the US economy? That’s just one example. Consider that effect across all industries and the giant whooshing noise you hear in the background is the sound of the GDP being sucked away by foreign companies and oligarchs.

It’s not much of a choice, and how/why we got here is another conversation for another time, but without other short-term options at hand, I’d rather try to outrun a zombie company than face a foreign enemy with an economic howitzer.

4. Our collective future is built on speculation, not savings.

The highest interest rate available in the US for traditional long-terms savings vehicles in the last 20 years was 6% in early 2000 – exactly 20 years ago. It’s hovered between 1-2% for the last decade.

In that time, we have seen an explosion of investment in the stock market because it yielded better ROI. This is why it’s important the stock market stays healthy – it is America’s savings. Unless you’ve been content to earn 1-2% in a savings account or invested heavily in raw commodities, your money is directly connected to the stock market.

Since Boomers are the most heavily invested in the stock market and on the verge of retirement, letting the stock market crash is not only political kryptonite but economic suicide. Tens of millions of Americans watching their retirement and savings get flushed away in a few months would create absolute chaos.

5. Our collective now is built on speculation, not savings.

Everyone is asking why the stock market is holding up when unemployment is rising faster than your latest attempt at homemade bread. They’re also asking why companies don’t have six-months expenses saved for times like this. The answer is the same as above – most everyone is a speculator because it paid better than being a saver.

If the stock market crashed, so would speculation that our economy will get through this economic period. Our economic growth has been built on speculation for decades. While the disconnect between unemployment rates and stock market movement feels unnatural, it hasn’t been directly connected for a long time.

6. It’s the people, stupid.

With the exception of the US, every developed nation in the world has made sure that the people of their country had food for money, rent, and other necessary expenses during this time. The difference between responses is stark and no, it’s not because they’re socialist and we’re capitalist.

The $2,000,000,000,000 CARES Act was funded with taxpayers money. From that, taxpayers will directly receive $158B. That means the taxpayers will be receiving 7.9% of that money with the rest getting funneled to businesses of all sizes, most of it to large businesses. From another perspective, that constitutes a 92.1% tax rate on our money to save our economy. In light of that, the socialism vs capitalism debate is simply political posturing.

Please stop acting like reopening local businesses will fix everything when the people in power who could be helping us have chosen not to and instead are distracting us with anger-fueled, wildly-inaccurate political breadcrumbs to fight over.

Here’s a shortlist of a few things I’m hoping to see happen in me and those around me:

1. Invest the time.
Learn something. Read those books you’ve been ignoring for years. Write. (Mostly preaching to myself here…) In all seriousness, you will probably never have as much time and freedom to learn, grow, and orient yourself for the future as you have right now. Go back to school for a new degree. Start taking classes from Harvard, University of Michigan, and more on edx.org. Time is money and we should all be investing this time in wise ways.

2. We are not the issue.
Start paying attention and giving your time to people who care about you, not those who care about issues you care about. It’s the oldest bait-and-switch in the book yet we still fall for on a regular basis. We’re all guilty of “rallying around the flag” for certain issues but how many times have our leaders left us on the battlefield worse off than when we started?

I’ve adamantly supported my country for nearly four decades and in the time when I most need a return on that investment, all they’re willing to offer me is the promise of a $1200 check to get me through a few months. I’m ready for politicians that care about the individuals before issues and people before profit. Let’s make that happen starting this election cycle.

3. Don’t tread on us.
America needs a significant capital investment into community and national projects that will unite and benefit everyone like Eisenhower’s Interstate system. This will funnel money into Americans’ pockets, provide jobs for decades, and enhance our national infrastructure.

Stop listening to politicians dividing us on issues that don’t rebuild America for us, and start voting people into office who are willing to work through complex issues with care for the individuals involved and present us with a plan to rebuild America. Anything less is divisive and destructive to everyone, including you.

Liberate Responsibility

I’ve been thinking about the “Liberate State” movement and the part that I find most fascinating about is the incorporation of liberty & freedom as the core principles for their activism. Here’s why…

The Positive Liberty being called for is the freedom to live their life the way they want it – go shopping, get their hair cut, eat at restaurants… live the life they’ve built on core American freedoms.

The Negative Liberty being called for is freedom from the constraints that have been placed on them. These constraints have been perceived as the enemy and not Covid-19 itself. In short, the protestors feel like they’re being forced to live an unAmerican life and that’s not alright in their eyes.

I get that but haven’t we already been living under constraints our entire lives? Just because we like a constraint and incorporate it into our life doesn’t mean it’s not a constraint.

Socializing with friends at home instead of at a bar isn’t a loss of freedom, it’s a change of context. Doing different things with your time than before isn’t a loss of freedom, it’s a change of context. Context is a cage and a cage is a cage no matter what you call it.

Furthermore, the bulk of the protestors are Republican and supporters of Donald Trump – the person who is ultimately responsible for the constraints. The protestors are not directing their efforts at Trump or the federal government but directing efforts at state and local entities.

This is where the usage of the term “Liberate” by Donald Trump himself is fascinating. It appears he is telling his base to undermine the entities under Trump all in the name of freedom, but what is the logical conclusion to all this?

If state and local entities are undermined, that would strengthen the control and enlarge the powers of Trump (and any future President!) over the nation. This is intensely ironic given the platform of Republican politics is built primarily on Positive Liberty.

The movement wants to be “liberated” from perceived unAmerican forces, but where else does the effort of undermining local and state entities lead other than an ultimate force, an inherently unAmerican idea?

This is why I find the usage of “Liberate” fascinating. It’s true Orwellian Doublespeak in that the actions demanded by the movement are to return to a cultural cage of their own making in a way that advances authoritarian principles. The conclusions of the movement are anything but liberating for Americans.

I will conclude with one of my favorite quotes by George Bernard Shaw, “Liberty means responsibility. That is why most men dread it.”

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