“Do not give your municipal representatives the power to censor opposing views. Do not let them dictate who can speak and when.
If they choose to muzzle those who disagree, one reasonably wonders where it all ends.”
It doesn’t.
People stifle people all the time…and they go to great lengths to do it.
The system itself, while purported to be built for the betterment of mankind, seeks only to prolong and protract processes… kind of like a make work project. Like we’ve all got that much time to kill…
It’s all a make work project really. In my mind, the only real work to be done out there is the serving of people, feeding them, grooming them, catering to their bodily needs so as to free them up for their greater purpose… their life’s work. It’s the mother in me. My primary program.
I used to think writing was a waste of my time. Certainly, I’ve been told that repeatedly over the last few years, but I also remember that one person did tell me that writing would be the key to my salvation. Perhaps. If I ever get paid to do it.
And then what if I do? What if I do get paid to write… oh rue the day. I suffer tremendous bouts of writers block because it seems every time I mention something on here, someone notices, and then uses it against me somehow. It’s weird. Like the universe hangs on my every word.
Or that it hangs on the word of any one person for that matter.
I say screw whoever trying to stifle you. The human race is made up of billions of different perspectives… the ones that prevail are always the same…. Life… Liberty… and the Pursuit of Happiness… greed… lust… revenge.
Whatever makes you happy…