Independence Day, 2008
O’ sweet land of liberty.
Let freedom ring!
Freedom!
Freedom from work,
and from risk.
Freedom from having to
negotiate my own paycheck,
and vacation time,
and from having to decide where to spend
my disposable income.
Please take it off my wringing hands and
fling it as alms to those whom you,
in your wisest ways,
deem more deserving.
Freedom. From having to decide –
all on my own –
what to smoke,
where to smoke,
where not to smoke,
what to eat,
where to eat,
what not to eat.
What to build my house out of,
where to build it.
Oh, grant me the do nots,
to free me from the do’s.
Freedom. From having to know
the daunting and exhausting lessons of history.
Simplify and clean it all with the
pure water of revision and political
correctness.
Freedom. From the burdensome choices of
meaningful political candidates in
meaningful political campaigns about
meaningful political issues.
Free me from the onerous dialogue of meaning.
Freedom. From isolationism.
Put our armies everywhere.
Free us from that ancient envy from a
world that
long,
long,
long,
long ago
once looked at us like a beacon.
Free us of such responsibility, sweet land
of liberty.
Yes, freedom! From your poor and tired,
and huddled masses yearning to be…
to be…
to be…
something.
Freedom from the press.
Freedom from speech.
Freedom from religion.
Freedom from arms.
Freedom from privacy.
Freedom from
from
from
from –
Freedom, Goddamnit!
Give me bloody freedom!
Mr. Jefferson, sir, you look ill.
Have we not made you proud?
Then free us from that as well, good man,
and let the fireworks begin!
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