Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Land of the Free Range Chickens

Milady bought something called "Organic Free Range Chicken Broth," which got me thinking in several directions. One is that free-range poultry really does taste better, so there is indeed something to the thought that freedom is better, even for chickens.

Then, of course, there's the darker thought: How free is a chicken that can roam anywhere he wants as long as he stays behind the fence so he's easier to catch when it's time for his head to be removed?

I suppose all freedom has its limits. Even I believe a person should be free to do anything he/she wants as long as that activity doesn't infringe on someone else's freedom - which seems like a reasonable limit, but it's a limit none the less. And that darker thought - eventually we all get eaten - is simply a fact of life, even something that's romanticized: The Circle of Life, doncha know.

As our rulers go about building fences and tightening passport laws to make it harder for us to get out, I find myself wondering if it's all really necessary to keep illegal immigrants and terrorists from invading - or is it all to make us easier to catch when it's time to remove our heads?

"Paranoia strikes deep ... into your life it will creep ... it starts when you're always afraid."

Reminder Number 375 or thereabouts: Refuse to be afraid. Free yourself.

1 Comments:

Blogger Vache Folle said...

Great metaphor. We are a lot like free range chickens. Our overlords have formulas, such as the Laffer Curve, to determine just how much tastier we will be if we are given some elbow room in which to work.

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