Freedom fighting takes many forms. This is mine.

I have now educated myself to the point where I can’t unsee what I see, which means I have no choice but to sound off on politics occasionally.  As someone who claims to be a writer, artist, and philosopher, I must have a voice in this.  I don’t want politics to dominate my life or my writing.  But the primaries are heating up, and I can feel an endless wave of political debate coming.  I hope to write love stories rather than political essays, but we’ll see how it goes.

I do have to say a couple of things, though.  One is that I like all the Democratic candidates, and I would love to see all of them beat Donald Trump’s ass one by one.  I will not vote in the primary because I am an independent, but I will be happy to vote for whichever candidate emerges from that highly competitive field.  Whoever wins that race deserves to be President.  I think that’s all I need to say about it right now.  I will take the 10,000-foot perspective on this and not get too tangled up in the weeds.

Politics is something that keeps sucking me in because it’s something that’s always messed up.  As a lover and defender of society, it’s a constant eyesore for me, and I can’t ignore it.  You ignore these things at your peril.  It’s a cliché that the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing, but it’s true.  You have to speak up, or you become a slave.  Freedom is never given, only taken.

That’s why I feel like I have to use my voice.  I have to fight for freedom.  My journey as an artist is a fight for freedom.  That’s the nature of the fray.  It’s about freedom of speech, and it’s about freedom to live the way you want.  It’s about the freedom to not have some shitty nine to five.  Instead, I worked out, meditated, played guitar, read, wrote, and cooked delicious food.  That’s what I did today.  I had to fight for the freedom to do that.  Otherwise, I would be in an office, slaving away in a cubicle for someone else.  That is a fact.  And I know because I did that too.

I played my guitar and wrote today and had the most fun ever.  And some people would say that I should give that up to sit in an office like a slave so that I can repay student loans.  “Because they had to.”  There’s a whole generation of people out there who thinks that.  They think people like me should spend the prime years of our lives in indentured servitude because we want to get an education.

What a tragedy that would be.  What an absolute tragedy if I had given up today to sit in a cubicle, office, or whatever.  What a tragedy if I had decided to do anything other than exactly what I want and be who I want to be.  Today is one of the best days of my life.  I did exactly what I wanted to do.  I worked out.  Stretched.  Showered.  Meditated.  Played guitar.  Ate breakfast.  Smoked a joint.  Rode my bike to the coffee shop.  Wrote in my journal.  And I am now writing a blog.  It’s a perfect day.  I wouldn’t give it up for anything.

People who think that people like me shouldn’t be able to live like this are simply wrong.  I’m here to tell you, on behalf of everyone like me, that you are wrong.  Take your loss, and rethink it.  I promise I will do what I want and enjoy every moment of my life, right in front of your face, despite your opinions.  I will celebrate it just to piss you off.  You can either be jealous or start taking notes.  You can’t beat me, so join me.  Take my hand, brother.  Follow the road to freedom.