A Matter of Will

As a human being you have rights, whether you claim them, or not; whether you’re allowed to exercise them, or not; whether they are written down or merely imprinted on one’s heart, they exist. Of the principle human rights you possess are life, liberty, property and the pursuit of happiness (that which makes your life worth living). That you are free to organize yourselves into groups and co-operatives that are likely to ensure your enjoyment of these rights and, likewise, abandon and disassemble those groups and organizations when they fail to provide security for those rights.

Almost everyone will recognize that as the gist of the Declaration of Independence, but I put it in different words to point out that it doesn’t matter how the declaration is worded, the words can be changed, some deleted and some added without altering the immutable truth that it declared. The Declaration simply called to the citizens of America to recognize that within themselves they held the ability to shrug off that which no longer worked or had become abusive.

Before the Declaration, the people of America had suffered under the yokes of not only the British king, but also corporations and companies that made demands on their goods and production, a sort of white slavery for the passage to the New World. Think of it in today’s terms as a cartel providing the path to America in return for debt to be paid off over time. It was, to some degree, voluntary servitude. Those being subjected to it today, by cartels, are no less oppressed and victimized. What we see in human trafficking all around us is why we have immigration laws, a border, walls and checkpoints. To be against those means of controlling the border is to be in collaboration with the cartels. There is no other excuse. The whys and wherefores are deep, ugly secrets about the corruption and decay of our system.

This was anticipated by the Declaration of Independence, where it declared the right to throw off such government and institute new guardians for those rights. Despite what might be regularly believed among the populace, even those drafting the Constitution weren’t sure it would be any more successful than other attempts at organizing a largely independent-minded and willful populace. We have, in my mind, held onto those strings and bonds out of sentimentality or blind plodding from day to day, earning wages to pay bills and live in relative comfort while the monuments and principles of decency fall all around us day after day.

On one end of the spectrum there are people working, are paid to work, to undermine and destroy every vestige of freedom and individuality they encounter. At the other end are people clinging mightily to the past, what was and what should be, grappling with the other extreme in whatever ways they can.

We arrive now at a place in this nation where it’s known that certain bureaucracies of the federal government are dedicated to the absolute destruction of the republic and with it all of our rights. They have seized our property, our privacy, our standing before the courts, our elections, our ability to raise objections to their abuses and arrogance, their willful flouting of the laws and the public they’ve sworn allegiance to. They are traitors in the classical sense of the word, literal and damning.

None of the legal apparatus works the way it was designed. There is no justice, only partisans in the struggle, one way or the other. There is no relief from companies that employ the workers, they’ve thrown their hats in with the rest. Doctors, for the most part are as captured as anyone else. It’s easier to comply than to stand, especially with friends, family members, co-workers, bosses and other officials looking down on you, but you’re the only one standing between freedom and electronic slavery. A whip stings no less than to have one’s hard work abolished with the swipe of a keystroke. All that money you earned zapped out of existence, or worse, put to work for the devil.

The world waits for that American spirit to rise, the bold, rebellious soul of a once-proud people. Without it, depression descends, because they know they are not capable of it, either. Does the republic slide into the dark abyss, not to rise again for a century or two, if ever? Will the whole world be consumed by the fires of heathen sacrifice? Or, will we finally strap up and go into battle against the forces of tyranny once again? It’s up to us, we have the right to do so and the justification for whatever we might be forced to do. It’s simply a matter of will.