Meanwhile, a large percentage of Americans support a president of the United States who offers government and an enormous number of private-entity workers a choice between getting vaccinated—no matter how young they are, and whether they already had COVID-19—or losing their job.
In other words, many Americans support firing any unvaccinated fellow citizens who work for the government, the medical professions, or privately owned companies with 100 or more employees.
Half of America supports a president who portrays the other half of America as an enemy, their fellow Americans as people for whom they should have hatred.
No American president has ever given as divisive a speech as the one in which President Joe Biden announced his vaccine mandates (something he denied wanting to impose only nine months ago, in December of 2020).
Lincoln, despite the Civil War, a war in which more Americans were killed than in all other American wars combined, called on Americans to have “malice toward none.”
Biden, as mean-spirited a president as this country has ever had, has called for malice toward 100 million Americans, declaring, “our patience is wearing thin.”
There is a three-pronged left-wing assault on liberty: in the name of public health (COVID-19); in the name of “anti-racism”; and in the name of saving the planet (climate change).
By ratcheting up fear and hysteria, the Left is using each to end individual liberty, including freedom of speech, for the first time in American history.
I took the Advice of a fellow prisoner when he told me ” Once you are in here stop thinking of the outside world, it will make your life harder in here and the days longer. Get use to it and concentrate to build your life in here it will make your three years much better”
I had no choice but to do so and slowly but steady I made myself feel comfortable in Prison, I got a job i start to join different groups which they are all pointless as the education system is so broken, it will take for ever to make things right but it did the job for now.
I got a job in the education Dpt and found myself teaching Numeracy to the fellow prisoners . My status lifted as they thought i was a professor and my life change for the best. i never felt so full of value person, i never had so much respect from people .
I was someone in Prison i was valuable and helping others to better themselves and that encourage me to work harder to help more and the result was amazing. I was no longer a prisoner but free man.
I was worth something and i didn’t know all those years, people like my style , my work and although classified as a criminal they trusted me. The officers the Governor. After all the places I have been the people i met finally in prison i learn my values and even if i still was a number i was worth it.
People on the outside, who are supposedly free, are busy creating prisons for themselves, numbing and limiting and avoiding and spiraling.
Freedom is one of those things that are deeply attractive as well as terrifying. Who would we be if we were truly free? Do we even know what it means to be free? I would say no one is ever really free, but there are surprising ways to access moments of it regardless of circumstance.
Between the clarity of the living prison metaphor and my general insolence at being told what to do — no one gets to tell me on what date I will finally be — it became my mission to figure out what it would look like to find freedom in a place where it wasn’t supposed to be found.
Freedom brings Hapiness and hapiness takes the loneliness away and from all places Prison gave me all those positive emotions and feelings back. We all have them but we are too busy with distractions we do not practise them. we are free spirits we suppose to live fre we almost forgot our values and put our head down and day in day out we pretend to live a life.
We scared so much from our daily problems we forgot almost what is like to live!
In prison, I had to bump up against my own frailty, despair, and regret. Disconnect sidled into the layers of grief.
It was a long time to go without being touched. It was painful to accept that I didn’t end up in that place by accident, that I was no better or worse than anyone there.
There are many ways in which to divide humanity—the decent and the indecent, the happy and the unhappy, the cowardly and the courageous, those who lead and those who follow, etc.
Two major divisions that are less often noted but highly consequential are between those who want to control others and those who have little interest in controlling others, and between the related categories of those who are comfortable with being controlled by others and those who detest being controlled by others.
Those who seek to control others and those who seek to be controlled by others would seem to be on opposite ends of the political spectrum. But they are not. Both groups are overwhelmingly populated by individuals on the Left.
They currently dominate four of the five English-speaking countries (the United Kingdom may be the one exception).
The ease with which Australians, Canadians, and New Zealanders have accepted the loss of liberty in their respective countries has been the saddest and most frightening development since the rise of totalitarianism in the early 20th century.
Even sadder and more frightening has been the acceptance of authoritarianism by half of the American people. America has been the beacon of liberty in the world.
America was the country to which France gave the Statue of Liberty. America has been, as President Abraham Lincoln characterized it, “the last best hope of Earth.”
America’s self-image has been that of a “sweet land of liberty” and of “the land of the free and home of the brave.”
Then came a new virus (one with a survival rate in the 99 percent range for nearly all age groups except older adults who are also very sick),
And suddenly, in the name of “public health,” no amount of suppression of liberty, no matter how irrational, has been resisted by the majority of Americans or almost any citizens of the other English-speaking countries.
The citizens of Australia’s biggest states are not allowed to leave their homes for more than a few hours a day, not allowed to congregate with other citizens even outdoors, not allowed even to speak with one another outdoors.
For more than a year and a half, Australians have not been allowed to leave their country without the express permission of their government, which will decide whether they have a good enough reason.
And, of course, church services are forbidden. Australians, Canadians, and New Zealanders, most of whom are thoroughly secular, have only contempt for their compatriots who wish to attend religious services.
In many arenas of life, most Australians have fewer rights than most Soviet citizens did. Like Australians,
Soviet citizens could not leave their country without permission, but they were allowed to leave their homes, to speak with people in the street, and to visit dying relatives in hospitals.
There was no way of escaping the scariest parts, the things I hide out of fear that I might be unlovable. Hard as it was, the effort paid off.
While those things helped, the freedom I found, despite incarceration, came from that hard surrender of accepting my situation, and from refusing to accept the blind storyline around it— the one responsible for allotting parcels of a particular brand of freedom.
Life is a miracle and we take it for granted.
In accepting that I was there to stay until my outdate, and that the responsibility for that was on me, I saw that I had the option to decide whether to do that time angry and afraid, or to relax,
And even allow myself to laugh or be appreciative for the things that were still good. This is a freedom nobody could take away.
Long after prison, I still succumb to distractions that don’t work. I’m still me, flawed and fearful. I still hope that the next thing, job, pair of sexy boots, relationship, might somehow liberate me from the heaviness of adult responsibility.
But I am clearer for getting cracked wide open, and mostly remember that the only real freedom is to breathe, to surrender, to choose grace, kindness, love.
It’s the best I can do for me, and the best gift I can give my friends my family , is to share the things I have learn.
Mistakes we are allow to make nothing wrong with that but don’t repeat them because you will end up living life meaningless.
I won’t pretend it’s easy, or that these moments are delivered in shiny packages. Humanity is sweat and blood and tears.
But I am so grateful to know that no matter what is happening, whether I am feeling my successful best or am tenderly navigating another loss, freedom is an option.
We are made entirely of cells and stories, and these two things are inseparable. We are always free to choose the best versions of our experiences, to live while we are here.Choose Right