Free Dumbs

I want to know why as
An evolveable species
We create then cling to
Contrarian clichés
Such as …………
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“Freedom is not free”
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BS
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Freedom is absolutely FREE
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That is why it is called Freedom
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(1 a. the absence of necessity, coercion, or constraint in choice or action
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M-W.com)
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“Freedom is not free” which is
Usually driveled in the context
That one needs a weapon to
Attain it from someone who is not
Trying to take it in the first place
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Methinks bi-pedal oxygen breathing, monoxide exhaling, red-blooded, skeleton supported, solar powered, carbon-based, large brained, earth inhabitant omnivore artists……will attain universal freedom when everyone leaves everybody else the #uck alone…….
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Not as in 8 Billion people, not talking to each other, (although……..;) just not concerning themselves with what their indoctrinated baseless beliefs are based on. Political, religious, race, gender, wealth, and caste.
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“It’s all about money, not freedom, y’all, okay? Nothing to do with fuckin’ freedom. If you think you’re free, try going somewhere without fucking money, okay?
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Bill Hicks
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This part was going to be
A part II
However,  I am sticking
It here as I am
Free to do that
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People’s Fascination
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With Freedom
Is fascinating
To say the least
When instead of
Experiencing freedom
They huddle insecurely
In their group gulag
Telling themselves
They are free….yet
Preparing to fight
Someone who they
Believe might maybe
Take their freedom
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(That is not being “free”)
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Not me man
i egotistically and humbly perceive
That i am a particle riding my own wave
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My perception of freedom
Would be to at will
Meld in to the ether
Alter my ego driven
Material form
Into water vapor
Rise into the clouds
Observe the green blue sphere
From a distance
Hang around for a while
Enjoy the view
Then fall asleep
Into a blissful stupor
Awake in condensation
To gently fall
In a field of green grass
Coagulate back
Into human form
Lying on my back
Staring into the day sky
Feeling the sun warm me
Cirrusly wondering next time
What shape to become
Stratocumulus or cumulonimbus *
To stir the imagination
Of someone else
Looking at the clouds
Knowing I am just as much
The clouds in the sky
As the earth under my back
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See…..we both shared a freedom
That no guns or government
Could ever take away
*
Can you imagine the amount of
Egotistical audacity and
Narcissistic conceit it takes
To label and categorize clouds
.
Linguistically restricting one
From calling it a bunny rabbit cloud
Or an upside-down unicorn
Searching for a rainbow while
Avoiding a leprechaun
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Just kidding you are free
To think whatever you want
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“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
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– Angelo Devlin

“1000 Points Of Light”

“You can sail in the desert with a ship of fools
You can smuggle in Mozes and his book of rules
But you can’t take a mother and give her back her son
What kind of freedom is bought with a gun?

People like to build their prison walls
When they’re afraid to look inside a

Thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
Won’t bring the dead back from the cold

Political speaches they’re laying in the mud
Nothing else matters but money and blood
Tell me your freedom is do what you like
There’s a world gone crazy ’cause it can’t say no

People like to build their prison walls
When they’re afraid to look inside a

Thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
Won’t bring the dead back from the cold

A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
Won’t bring the dead back from the cold

There should be time for love
But there’s too much room for hate
Too much sliding of the truth
Too much abuse of wasted youth
There’s a time for dying and a time for living too
Had enough of realize, had enough of your alibis

A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
Won’t bring the dead back from the cold
A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
Won’t bring the dead back from the cold”

Bruce Dickinson