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.
h/t Donna M
