Friday, August 9, 2013
Pimp Daddy Sam
I'm thinking that we should change the pet name for our government from "Uncle Sam" to "Pimp Daddy Sam". Just think about it - pimps convince naive, desperate people that they are incapable of caring for themselves. They convince their victims that they need a "strong arm" to provide for them and protect them. Slowly, they establish their control. They begin by providing basic necessities - food, clothing, shelter. And then, little by little, they infuse their prey with mind-killing substances, effectively chaining them in bonds of slavery. And, having effected complete control, the pimp becomes the master.
For well over a hundred years, our government, our "pimp", has been positioning us for the ultimate slavery. While speaking of the evils of slavery, even waging a war in the name of freedom for all men, they quietly, discreetly assumed the role of supreme slave-owner. Convincing us they were battling for the soul of the nation, they were actually putting their competition to the sword.
We listened to the siren song of our "pimp". We believed him when he told us that he was fighting for us, providing for us. We began to look to him to be our all - our everything. The closer we drew, the more bound, dependent we became. And now, a new slavery is upon us. One of our own making. And this slavery is more insidious than the the last. The slavery we abolished chained only our bodies - this slavery chains our very souls.
Have you ever studied our nation's history of slavery? It was undeniably horrific. However the strength that came out of that adversity was unparalleled. The slaves, with their shackled, torn bodies, saw beyond the present into eternity. They sang love songs to their creator and turned to God for their sustenance. While their bodies withered, their souls took flight. The slaves, surviving in unprecedented wretchedness, lived lives of meek, unsurpassed beauty.
And look at us now. We vehemently despise our slave-holding past while we actively encourage intellectual, financial and religious slavery. Tell me that we are now better off than we were 150 years ago. Tell me that plantation life was worse for slaves than our modern drug-laden inner-cities. Tell me that the addicts, the welfare masses and the gang-bangers are free men.
We have been blinded to the truth. The truth is that we are slaves pretending to be free men. "Pimp Daddy Sam" has bound us with invisible shackles while proclaiming to be the great defender of freedom. "Pimp Daddy Sam" is a liar.
As slaves, it is our duty to strive to be free men. We must be free to fail. We must be free to suffer. We must be free to think, to act and to serve the master of our souls. It's time to kick the pimp to the curb. We must no longer live as slaves but as free men.