When the sun rises I end up going about my monotonous routine of work and school. This cycle has been mostly constant since the age of 16. Though as I wake up now I tend to feel a black hole . I’m not free and as life continues my little speckle of liberty I have left is dwindling  away even though I’m trying my hardest to cause a change in the world. I’m a slave. Now when most Americans think of slavery they think of the brutal occupation of African Americans during the 1800′s. The definition of slavery is a relationship whereby one person has absolute power over another and controls his life, liberty, and fortune. Statists will say “oh slavery has been eradicated” not knowing that they themselves, are slaves. Its hard for the facts to filter through to the opaque mind of one who adores the state.

The American government and every other take great lengths to brainwash you into thinking that you are free. Public school, mainstream media, politicians, horizontal enforcement, etc. all have a part in making the cage that surrounds you invisible. African Americans in the 1800′s knew they were slaves because they had no freedoms and were directly controlled.  Our government allows us to have some freedoms which allows them to maintain the arbitrary power they contain. Most people don’t realize that taxes are theft, that traffic citations, city and economic regulations are nothing but extortion, mafia style.

The question is why do people not see the bars which cross their pupils?  The answer is they simply ignore the bars that surround them because the truth hurts. It feels much nicer to feel safe and secure wrapped in big brothers arms instead of understanding that eventually those arms will suffocate you and everyone else. You could go on for hours and hours debating with an unknowing slave about the ideas of voluntaryism/anarcho-capitalism and they’ll fight you tooth and nail to keep the truth suppressed. Just like in the great novel 1984, modern slaves will drain their pain in liquor as if it was a gin ration and chain smoke their measly cigarette rations. The only thing keeping all humans from unlocking their chains are their fellow slaves who prevent everybody from acquiring the key.

I say that to say this. I know there is a very slim chance that I will ever acquire that key in my lifetime but knowing that the things I do now and the things that most anarchists/voluntaryists( whatever you want to call it) do will carry many times over until eventually the majority of society believes and adheres to the non-aggression principle, makes me optimistic about the future. For now I have my beautiful girlfriend, family,feens and friends to keep me going.

In liberty my friends.