Government Cheese

Reposted from The People’s Cube and Collision of Church & State.

Would any sensible person desire to be enslaved, to live according orders and rations, to willingly enclose himself behind the barbed wire? The answer is no, isn’t it?

What if a person is promised to have free food, free housing, free education, free healthcare. And no need to sweat for it. Some would say yes to this.

However, free cheese can be found only in a mouse trap.

I was born and grew up in the Union of Soviet Socialistic Republics (Soviet Union). I remember how happy I was in a childhood because I believe in the “best country in the world, in the real and only democracy” and not In that “cruel and awful America, where they exploit working people and kill blacks.” All America was presented to us as one big KKK society. It was lie, but we were well brainwashed because we did not know the difference.

It was like if you were born in a prison – you did not lack food, you had bed and roof, you had books and entertainments. You actually could do many things on your own. Except that you didn’t have choices or freedoms. Also, if you said something bad about the prison or about the administration, you would be punished. You had to live according the prison’s rules to be safe . Of course, this comparison is virtual, but very close. And actually, we were even happy. We didn’t know different.

We did not know that we were not free, because we didn’t know what freedom really was; we were raised brainwashed by school and mass media. We presumed that we were free because we were told so.

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