I recall what and where I was, when the second plane hit the tower, and the events of the days before and after. And how the world began its slow flip-flop around that time. Tech was already growing, and the laws of growth were making heady promises; some fulfilled, others became shackles.
I recall the silence over the next couple of days, as the airlines were all grounded, and the ubiquitous background noise we all ignore, was suddenly GONE. It gave me an ominous feeling, like the potential for more to come was winding up.
Just a few days prior, I had gone over to Covington Airport to pick up my Da from a flight back from Colorado. I ran out the terminal all the way to the gate where his plane was at, no hinderance, no panicky gaurds, no check-in’s or obstacles: just a long run because I was late (wasn’t, just thought I was).
That was the last of the open terminal airports, the last of what spelled to me “FREE SOCIETY”. Being able to kiss your GF goodbye at the gate before she boarded her flight to Australia. Catching your Da getting off his flight before he flirted his way into trouble with some Stewardess. (and he still had 4 phone numbers before we left the airport,,, rollseyes.)
There were more things such as that that defined ‘Freedom’ to me, but that open terminal, all the way to the gates: those were real, tangible, and soon to be extinct by an act of CONgress that started the ball rolling to our current wall-less prison. I knew, even before my wake up call in 2008, that the Patriot Act was a sham, scam and written by people not interested in Freedom of the Masses. Schumer, McConnell and the others who frothed at the mouth if anyone denied them their Omnibus Legacy Act designed to rip the Constitution to tatters. The only decent part of that act was its sunset clause, but time would show the lie of that.
Not long after that, I was picked up by a regional Sound Company, and began touring nationally. I had a ‘lifepartner’ GF and we bought a home barely 3 years later. Our kids were four-footed rescues. Bertie and Cooper (named after our cars: Bertone X/1-9 and MiniCooper S)
And Touring was where I ran into just how SCREWED our Freedoms were getting. I lost more gear to the TSA over 4 years, not because they were weapons, but because some knobheaded Testicle Squeezer wanted it more. When Amy and I flew to New Mexico for a little vakay, half of our hiking gear was confiscated: Checked baggage, no danger to the flight, in anyway, but “considered dangerous”. “Here fill out this form detailing ALL of the missing items, and submit it for review. You’ll hear back from us in 6 months.”
I’ve never flown again. I won’t fly again while there is such an agency as the TSA administering “Flock control” over the people flying. When you are at a terminal checking in and see Muslims in robed garb being escorted around the check in point ‘because that would be profiling, making them check through like this.’ you realize it was NEVER about safety. It’s always about CONTROL; keeping the herd scared and compliant.
All of the tours our Military brethern did in the ‘Global War on Terror’, to see entire cities under control of groups that would rather see us dead, than assimilate to our culture, or known Muslim agitators becoming ‘prominent’ figureheads in politics,,, The shit makes me sick.
What more do I need to say. Our problem isn’t that we need more Government, its that we need to PURGE the Government we have, because it is NOT behaving as it aught. That goes all the way up to the current POTUS, who has broken every single campaign promise made and is obviously under the thumb of people not elected or appointed, nor American at all. And we need to continue the collapse of National News Services that are bought and paid for by the very same government for propaganda control.
And its why I almost pray they collapse the damned economy. If people get uncomfortable enough, they may be willing to step off the porch. It won’t be like a collapse in Turkey or Argentina. We are more contrarian and cocky than that. And the engineers of said collapse are in for a surprise.
I hope.
I’ll leave it at that for the night. Stay curious, ask questions. Love y’all.
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