An inspiration

[undergroundpanther]

I say that I "feel free" largely because I can "mouth off" to the Mighty Elite without fear of consequences, but upon reflection, a terrible analogy arises unbidden in my mind. I see myself in a large and luxurious suite, replete with mini-bar, flat-screen TV, king-sized bed, and mint on the pillow. But when I open the door and try to walk out, my nose touches huge, black, impenetrable steel bars. I see the Warden in the hall on his Majestic throne, and I bang a tin cup against the bars, screaming, "Hey, jailer, jailer! Hey you fat fuck! I want OUT!" And he leans back with his thumbs twiddling, grinning like a Cheshire cat. He knows that I can bellow and holler until my throat is raw, and it won't make any difference. Because he has the key, and no amount of bellyaching will change this. And anyway, my little suite is so comfortable, why would I feel any need to break out?


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