“It’s A Free Country.”
I was channel surfing on the Web, and came across an interview with a Trump supporter. He was asked about one of the infamous “perfect” phone calls, specifically the one requesting that they “find 11,780 votes” for him.
The ex-president’s testosterone engorged male supporter with a balding head mouthed off, “It’s a free country isn’t it? He can do what he wants.” I believe that would be called a rhetorical question. The interview segued off in another direction from there.
I have been thinking about that free country concept ever since. That line has been said with bravado for a long time, probably even by me, to rationalize all sorts of things. In my case as an excuse for phoning in sick for work. Or, just as an easy way to slip into a tavern for a beer. Bars have used that reasoning every time they open their doors, but regret it every time they say “last call” and want to clear out the drunks.
We are a nation of laws that we ourselves gave the “law makers” the ability to make. We gave them the tools to police those laws. We were taught to believe in the rules of the game. We have been instructed to not cheat at cards. Performance enhancing drugs are frowned upon. There are penalties.
So, all in all, it is not a free country. As they point out in the John Wick films, “There are rules, they separate us from the animals.”
In the “real” world, the human animal cheats all the time. When they get caught, the other human animals are supposed to enforce the rules. That is what government gets paid for. It keeps the mob from their knee jerk reaction of riding an offender out of town on a rail. Hangings need to be sponsored by the courts because it is not a free country. Once you live in a group, there are rules which when crossed have consequences, just not the penalties an individual might like.
The “find 11,780 votes” line is not looking into election fraud, it is attempting to cheat. It is election fraud, election interference. It breaks the rules, the law. It is not just kicking the ball out of the rough when nobody is looking. It is worse than cheating at golf.
For this kind of crime, there are tar and feathers, rails for riding and the rules are sanctioned by the courts. In this game of government there are rope burns. We gave up our freedom so that we could keep our crimes under the radar. When those crimes become public, there are supposed to be consequences. We agreed on that.
Freedom is an illusion that governments like to encourage. But the human animal will bite the hand that feeds them.
Cash Poor
Somewhere along the way, I saw a single panel cartoon with a middle-class couple hiding in their home as the paper boy knocks on the door for his collection for their subscription. It might have been in Mad magazine. It was a long time ago.
I bet real wealthy people have the cash set aside for rainy days. Stinking rich people have half a billion dollars in reserve for bonds so they can have their lawyers file an appeal. If not, they aren’t that smart.
Zoos
Watch out for broken sidewalks, ’cause pain can drive you mad.
Two little boys on the green lawn, thrashing the manicure with sticks longer than they are in each hand, bushes, grass, swipe, swipe! Snipe, snipe! I wonder if the topiary gives off micro smells as each blade is injured, each leaf bruised, each petal falls. True, the dandelion puff balls they bat escape and take over elsewhere. The wind blows through the bars of cages.
The yard is edged by concrete walkways that bounce the boy’s feet back to the grass as they play. There must be watchful parental eyes someplace, herding them away from the vacant lots and fields where the dandelion puffs wind up until wild grasses cover them over, choke them out. These days the G.M.O.s abound in the muddy web of farm roads. The modified organisms are controlled by concrete for now, but they will escape one day as roots break through the walkway.