Heard that phrase in this song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mYbHBWQLpQYAnd it got me to thinking - how true.
I'd like to dedicate that song to our freedom. Slowly it is going away, and I miss it.
Still got some, and like a warm blanket in the winter I will cling to it, but thread by thread it is being pulled away from me - sometimes too slow to notice, at others unraveling so fast it awakens me a little.
They won't pull the whole blanket from me at once, lest I wake up suddenly and kick their ass to take it back.
I grumble each time a thread slides away from me, then go back to sleep thinking there is nothing I can do about that small piece of my blankie now anyway (not gonna get that thread back and try to weave it again into the fabric).
It is getting cold enough now that maybe I and others will wake up and smack the assholes up side the head who are stealing it from us, cause that alarm clock we set 200 years ago has been going off for a long time but we have ignored it. Maybe the cold harsh winter that is coming will wake us when we realize the only thing we have to wrap ourselves in is gone.