To the editor:
My fellow man; greetings and welcome to the greatest show on earth: life!
I’ll continue this begging in my literary nature, with a quotation from the Baltimore Evening Sun, a mere 102 years ago, February 12, 1923, with H.L. Mencken taking credit:
“The fact is that the average man’s love of liberty is nine-tenths imaginary, exactly like his love of sense, justice and truth. He is not actually happy when free; he is uncomfortable, a bit alarmed and intolerably lonely. Liberty is not a thing for the great masses of men. It is the exclusive possession of a small and disreputable minority, like knowledge, courage and honor. It takes a special sort of man to understand and enjoy liberty – and he is usually an outlaw in democratic societies.”
Pretty straightforward and self evident, that the effect in this present day in this present community is spot on; so, I, Eric, the man, wonder why I find myself pushing this great liberation of the American, like a twenty-ton boulder up the hill of public incredulity? Why is it sooo deeply necessary for me to lovingly inspire and encourage my fellow man to recognize and throw off the self imposed bonds they cling to, pretending that it is all fine and dandy, and that there is some virtue in sacrificing oneself to imaginary acts of self engradizment while simultaneously picking sides and competing with the very systems that are espoused by their voluntary consent to be employed by unnatural and artificial anthropomorphized masters, being puppetry by politicians and priests!
Security? Monetary, bodily, national securities and exchange . . some kind of guarantee that everything is gonna be all right; that the protections one needs will allow control of the future; that one won’t have to take any risky chances and lose everything worked for the whole of life! What is it you take with you when this adventurous body leaves its rebel state of conquest?
Let us conclude with a final quotation:
“For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?” [Mark 8:36]
Love ya neighbor.
Eric Jonathan
Woodbury
