St. Curly the Baptist
SLAVERY. IT'S EVERYWHERE.
I'll never cut my hair. A Curly Howard/Sgt Slaughter style is the sign of a slave. In the Roman Republic, a shorn man designated a slave to the House he belonged to. Who knows? maybe it was a comfortable relationship with no whips or chains. Maybe today the slave may have been considered an 'employee' or 'you do things for me and food and housing is guaranteed for you and your family'. How many people go to work in a uniform? How many wage-slaves are in the House of Burger King?
Big Daddy Pullman - come out of that grave! The Commies fucked up a good thing!
Food, housing and health are three things a government can't guarantee. I refer to the 1996 New South African Constitution and their housing promises to 'the people'. Not even close to completion. SAficans still sleep in the rain. Governments put many wanna-be slaves in the military in order to stop bullets and bomb hospitals and schools. The first act perpetuated on the conscript is to cut off all their hair. Individuality crumbles and group think begins. When the government with corporate agents puts all their slaves to work without adequate housing and food True Slavery begins. Hawks Nest train tunnel 1917 West Virginia, USA, for example. Forced labor, mass graves, same script worldwide for all recorded history. Isn't the message of the Trump Shot Plandemic 'We want you dead', not healthy. There is no money in healthy. That's my opinion.
Few seem to have the strength for individuality. People seem to have the backbone of a chocolate éclair. They express individuality easy enough by everyone coloring their hair blue, green or orange. Being a Cool Kid is a high school desire never fulfilled chasing the group think. American society is a beautiful example of stunted development similar to the Labrador breed of dog; takes orders well, looking for work, there to be told what to do, comfort in the pack, hates to be left alone. Slaves to their neuroses, attainment of who one is is defined by the people on Facebook or where one works. Confidence and purpose fueled by inner peace is scarce in this society. Solidarity even less. All seem to be chasing the shiny thing adoring nostalgia, images, fallacies and dead matter.
My long hair says I don't wish to be a slave to anybody or anything. The only person that is going to tell me what to do is going to say,
"Tiger! Run!". Everything said to me is a suggestion. Every 'supps'da', 'you have to', 'should', 'gotta' coming in my direction is a waste of oxygen. Every decision I make in my life I am responsible.
... and with that attitude I'll receive a midnight ride to the re-education camp, if I make it that far.
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