Land Of The Free? ©

This evening I sit here morning the death of a dream.
It’s a dream that we all hold, a dream we grow to cherish.
This week I saw with my own eyes it’s life slowly withering from its once proud beginnings to what it is becoming.

As a kid I used to sit back and watch American TV with all its different shows and movies.
I have watched thousands of hours of documentaries about its humble beginnings to its rise as a super power on the planet all in the name of freedom.

From the time the pilgrims first immigrated to North America to the millions of others who followed over the centuries to this day it was for one thing and that was to be free, to live free, feel free inside.
I have read, watched and listened about the battles fought and waged over time to achieve this freedom.
The blood spilt for a breath of free air and in some ways I was proud to see someone fighting for a right cause and not for some one individual selfish wants but for everyone.
But what is the price of freedom?

As I sit back and remember all the westerns I watched or read over the years and how life was free to live if you took the chance.
I watched the struggle to carve out a life where there was none before and the battle to hold onto it after.
I wonder what went wrong.

It started with the Indian, the Indian who lived off the land and rode free until the white man armed with his progress looking to have their own freedom at their expense beat them to their knees until they became but a relic to be displayed on reservations, zoos, as the vanquished link to the past.

I look at how things have slowly evolved over the years since then and travel back in time to understand where freedom began to erode from the concept of the land of the free, the land of milk and honey.
When did free become owned?
Was that the weapon that pushed the Indian to near extinction?
They never had a concept of owning land, just living off of it.

I have watched in recent years as rules and regulations have slowly choked what it means to be free to not only immigrants to the United States but also slowly being introduced to its own people.
With every new rule being imposed, another lock gets bolted to the front door not only locking people out but also people in.
I wonder, have the American people now become the Indian and are being pushed into extinction by the corporate machine and fear.

With the events over the last few years I can understand how certain measures need to be set in place to protect the citizens of the land as well as any visitors that might be able to enter the United States.
But, how much is enough and how much is too much?

This week I had the pleasure of learning a few things about the outside world and specifically our neighbor to the south.
I learned that they are slowly becoming what they hate without even knowing it.
They are slowly selling off what the foundation of the United States was built on and that’s a place where someone can go to too be free, a haven from oppression.

During the civil war immigrants stepped off of the ships and marched off to fight and die on fields they had never heard of before all in the name of freedom.

I sit back and think of Pearl Harbor and what that brought about but even after that and at the cost of millions of American lives the United States stayed loyal to it’s foundation in being the land of and for the free, holding it’s doors open.

It was the poster child for freedom, born out of rebellion, from oppression to emerge stronger and more determined to keep that right to be free but over the years paranoia has set in at the price of freedom.

I remember how hard it was to get into the USSR and how the western world pointed at the communists with a scathing tongue until one day the wall came tumbling down into a heap.
We all cheered as the people pushed it to the ground, some carting off a piece for a souvenir of what it was like to be scared to think or speak your mind.
We cheered and Yeltsin locked himself in a building in defiance until communism was no more in a country that faded into memory now but its people have choices they never had before.

As I look at what is happening to my neighbor to the south I wonder if they just didn’t move the Berlin wall down there instead of burying it in some deep ditch.
A handful of people have turned a free world into prison and with every bar put up on the cage, a little more sun light is kept out until one day there will be nothing left but darkness to look at.

The other day I took a chance, a chance I knew the ending of before I headed off but I have never been one to sit for to long before going out then poking at something with a stick and yes, sometimes you get bit.
I had my cheering squad and get away driver Inia with me armed with a new purple bra and ready for action.

We drove to the border and stopped at a booth where a man asked for our passports, which we freely handed over.
Inia was pushing as much cleavage out of the window as she could.
We were told that we were “randomly” being pulled over and to park on the side and go into the office to be greeted by those waiting for us there.
We took a seat on one of the park benches they must have stole from the Canadian side seeing as they looked vaguely familiar to the ones on the Canadian side.

We sat there for about ten minutes before my name was called out and we went to the counter where I first met Ms Bitch from god knows what hole she crawled out of that morning.
She wore a scowl on her face that must have been there for so long that she was slowly starting to resemble a pug.

Like I said, before I even headed off to the border I knew I wasn’t going to get through but I wanted to make sure first hand and maybe find out what I needed to do to rectify that.
On the other hand, if I did then, cool.

From the moment I spoke to that border guard she gave me attitude and was trying to provoke me.
Inia said it was probably because she could still smell her pussy off my lips.
What can I say; if your going to cross a border into a foreign country you might as well do it right, just make sure the car has airbags.

She asked me if I had a criminal record and I said yes and I told her what was on it and she raised her eye brow and she circled one and said you are not getting in because of this.
I smiled back and said, “Cool”.
She gave me a dirty look then said to me, “Tell her to go sit down”.

WTF, what does she mean by that?
Inia was standing right in front of her.
Just tell her to her face.
I knew Inia wanted to pop her in the head right there but she just turned and sat down.
For the record Inia carries and American passport.

She brought out some forms and said I was to be finger printed and have a picture taken of me for their records and then sent back.
I smiled back and said, “Cool”.
It seemed to piss her off more.

The she says they are going to search the vehicle and wanted to know if there were any weapons or explosives in the car.
I wonder, does anyone actually say yes to that question?
I said no.
Then she asked me if there was anything in the vehicle than might harm her.
I looked down at her fat ass and said, “Yeah, there is a bag of jellybeans in my backpack”.

Then she ordered me to go sit down next to Inia until I was called.

As we sat there this mountain of a man called my name and he took me to the back to finger print me and take my picture.
It was night and day compared to the witch from hell.
In fact he took time to show me how to arrange to get into the country and where to go.
He asked me how long it had been since I was busted and I told him over 20 years maybe 24.

He then gave me some forms to fill in and to mail to homeland security with a fat check and maybe I will be allowed to visit but for now it wasn’t going to happen.

See, now how hard was that?
Nice and pleasant instead of I have cactus up my ass and want to bite your head off like Ms Bitch.

Four hours after we left my place for the border we were back home rolling between the sheets chewing on jellybeans and anything else we could chew on.

As for what needs to get done for me to visit the states, the wheels have already started turning and it’s all in motion, I don’t give up that easy.
We shall see how that goes down the road.

It’s really to bad that events have led us all to live in a world of fear instead of a world of freedom.
The milk is going sour and the honey bittersweet.
Maybe one day the apple pie won’t be as tart as it is now.

On her way back to the States a few days later, Inia’s car was torn apart at the border crossing by the same guards.
My brother’s comment was, “You can kill someone in the States and come for a holiday in Canada but smoke a joint in Canada and you might get shot trying to cross over to the States”.

Peace and Live Free, even in America.

These are just my opinions

Have a nice weekend

Walker