As adults around the world decry the tightening rusty iron grip of government regimes we forget that the police state is our natural state. Our first wardens, we call them mom and dad. In a world of delicious processed food, our parents forced us to eat vegetables, denied us the shocking excitement of sticking forks into power outlets, and prevented us from observing the sins of the night instituting early bedtimes. Parenthood, a child’s first exposure to government.
Bearing a quippy amateur sign in a crowd of the agitated, chanting in fiery outrage the audacity of government’s propaganda, I ask you, have you completely forgotten Santa, the tooth fairy and the diabolical easter bunny? Why do you think egg prices have gone up so much? The rabbit’s cornered the market.
Civil War drummer boys were as young as 8 marching into battle while keeping a catchy rhythm and yet at 12 we are denied a march across the street? Do parents fear our descent into a life of crime as a jay walker? Or is it more about not getting enough steps in because we don’t trek to the crosswalk?
So, what are you getting at, childhood trauma infused journalist? Well. Was it not teenage rebellion that allowed us to grasp the reins of our independence shaking the institutional walls of Baby’s First Police State? Is it mere coincidence that the first letter of each paragraph teaches us our ABCs?