The worship of suffering and struggle is a through point in America; it can be found in everything from major sporting events, triumphant talent shows, and military parades. There is a glorification of struggle in America, and perhaps in the entire world, or a least those parts of the world most influenced by western hegemony. The cold hard truth of economic prosperity, or at least a superior one, is that it requires a tireless workforce that is almost robotic in nature. Which of us was meant for such a life? I suppose the religious write this off as providence, our good master protecting us from the things we don't understand. I suppose that is enough for them. But religion or spiritualism is not the only way that people give up. You could give up like most revolutionaries do, by simply allowing yourself to grow stubborn or distant. Then again you could descend into madness and become paranoid. There are so many ways that people give up. But, to some of us, giving up is far more meaningless than giving in. What is the point, exactly, of giving up on a train when the conductor has lost control of the wheel? Is it not in the passenger's best interests to guide the train to safety? The freedom train has been cast asunder, and it is the job of the modern day abolitionists to guide it safely home. But in order to do so we must set aside our freakish thirst for despair. Were we made to suffer? Was that the point of all of this, for life to be some overpriced grand punishment? What is this is all we have? Should we not prosper too? Shall we be slaves to myths of great white shining knights in armor? Is that the life that we have chosen, to deny our ancestry? No, not to deny, to question, and, perhaps, to remake for we should not fear such things if they benefit the planet, the whole planet. However, it is unquestionable that not every institution is sacred, that there are some institutions that, dare I say, may be a cancer upon the nation. Such things may sound radical to the untrained American patriot. It may seem rebellious and disorderly; however, it would only sound this way if you are unfamiliar with American history. Never forget that there has never been an institution more valuable or sacred to the United States than that of slavery. Indeed, the United States is currently prospering off of slavery by another name in China, not to mention the various sex trafficking cases that have come to light, yet another form of the vile institution of slavery still deeply ingrained in the system of American culture. Then, of course, there are the prisons, which do not pay the inmates that they force to work. Sometimes these prisoners are murdered, but we do not call it murder. You are a slave when you are killed in prison, and so we do not call it murder to kill a prisoner, a person who is, according to the law, no longer a human being, but a slave. So, as I write this brief diatribe, in my little corner of the bay area in the year of 2021, I can honestly not say that slavery is illegal, nor can I say that it will remain as illegal as it currently is. You see, the abolitionists knew something that we no longer seem to realize. Sometimes, you just throw the old out, and begin anew. Sometimes that is necessary. So, yes, we have a history of barbarism and bondage, but it does not have to remain that way. Obviously people will fight any reforms we propose, but who are they to tell us how to behave? They are not gods; their religions tell them this, yet there are those who believe that they can control our desire for a more civil nation, and to those slavery loving degenerates I say, "it is time to cast you out as you have cast me out!" I do not want to forgive these slave loving sycophants. I want them further behind me than any imaginary demon you could create. It is quite obvious that we are enslaving people, not reforming them. Can we really make peace with this harsh reality? Image by Alina Grubnyak. Musicn by bensound.com