Land of free? Not so fast
The American flag draped across my wall is not ironic, not laughable; it is the voice of millions past, present and future sewn into a cohesive boom that shakes the prairies, the forests, the mountains and the cities of this vast land.
Quiet. The echo is recorded, stored and scrutinized till kingdom come, and free speech is not free, it is implications and ill intent. Your grandmother, your neighbors and those who speak little English represent a clear and present danger to our freedoms and should be treated as such until they are hooded and taken away or meet their natural end.
Through traitorous whistle-blowers shedding light on patriotic snoops such as the NSA, the people have seen the shark fin circling beneath us, eyeing first the more delicious prey.
We breathed life into the beast with our fears and granted it autonomy, unaccountability and the resulting recklessness.
Now it grows more plump by the year, slinking in our shadows, naming the undesirables and carving them up like a Christmas ham.
Or maybe not.
Maybe the weasels operate on borrowed time, clawing as great a grip possible and fretting that morning the sleeping giant awakes and its voice dispels this perversion of trust.
One thing is certain: there will be no good and no evil in their status quo, only those armed with daggers up their sleeves, because does not the government represent the people?