It was an interesting observation made on a post about Afghanistan a few weeks ago, that in spite of how messed up the country is and how challenging it is to survive there, the Afghanis enjoy more freedom than we do in any of the Western countries. This may sound like a complete bull to a dimwit, but anyone capable of looking beyond the tip of their nose will soon notice how shockingly true the statement is. That Afghanis enjoy more freedom than Canadians, Americans, Brits, Italians, Germans or whichever other Western nation you can think of is undisputed, the only uncertainty about it is… whether the amount of freedom Afghans enjoy is a positive, or a negative in disguise.
The concept of freedom may be difficult or impossible to grasp by people who are so into their life in a cage, they can’t comprehend what it’s like outside of it. In their cages, the sheep are vastly protected from the wolves. They are sheltered from elements and receive medical attention if they fall sick. They are allowed to bleep, which affords them an illusion that they are free but should the tone of their bleep change, or should they step up on a rock to see beyond the walls of their cosy cage, or should they wander away from the herd, the sheep dogs will quickly put them back in place.
The role of the sheep dogs, contrary to what they make themselves look as, is not to ensure that no wolf can rip the sheeple apart, although they, from time to time, do chase the wolves away. The sheep dogs’ real purpose is to keep the sheep in place. To keep them obediently within the gated community where they are taken care of and served a huge dose of “happy illusions”. Sheep dogs exist so any aware sheep may have found a way out of the Matrix gets silenced before it could spread the word about what pastures behind the fence look like to other sheep.
The trick is, most sheep are so cosy inside their golden cage, they’ll fight anyone who’d try to set them free. After all, within this cage, they have TVs on which they can watch their idols – the celebrities who own poshy mansions, ride in limos and walk on red carpets surrounded by screaming fans. To the sheep, an illusion that one day it could be them who walks on red carpets laid for them at the doors of their limousines is worth a trade for a lifetime of servitude. Those hungry wolves who run aplenty outside of the cage are not the deterrent, the fact that there is no Hollywood out there is.
Community is freedom’s company. Where there is no freedom, there is no community, only selfishness, corruption and greed. Within the cage, the sheep live to have a house bigger than their neighbor’s, a smartphone newer than their friend’s, a car sound system louder than everyone else’s. They whore themselves out so they can buy designer clothes and hair gel to enhance their image before their peers.
Everything is about me, me, me inside the cage. Any sense of community that once may have existed, is lost. Nobody will move a finger unless there is something in it for them. The sheep only and solely engage in “community services” or “volunteerism” if fellow sheep are watching. They pretend to donate their time and/or expertise because they expect to be seen by neighbors, higher ups, media, or whomever else is worthwhile. They don’t do it out of sheer sense of self worth, but in order to get a mention in a newspaper, or a nomination for a Volunteer of the Year award.
To the sheep masters, the sheep in a cage are consumers. They are robots whose life is controlled from above. They are issued identifications and get monitored from the day they are born until the day they die. Everything they do must comply with a vast set of rules set forth by the masters. Sheep dogs are never too far to ensure that if you don’t, your limited freedoms will see further restrictions applied to them.
Outside of the cage, people decide for themselves what’s best for them. The sheep in a cage, on the other hand have sheep masters (I avoid calling them shepherds) make these decisions for them. Sheep masters decide what kind of diploma you must obtain in order for them to give you a certificate for you’re not in a free country, hence you can’t apply your expertise without being controlled. Sheep masters decide where, whether and how you’re gonna build your house for you’re not in a free country, hence you can’t just find a place you like somewhere in the wild and use the trees to build yourself a cabin. Likewise, sheep masters decide what you can or cannot brew, what you can or cannot grow and what you can or cannot smoke, for you are not in a free country, hence you can’t make these decisions yourself.
The sheep live to impress, the free men live to express. Just because you said I couldn’t, I will! You can attack me, beat me, torture me, and kill me – you will have me dead, but you’ll never have me enslaved.
Vincit Omnia Veritas,