I’ve been trying for days to write an articulate post on the merits and blessings of free speech. I can’t seem to get it quite right.
Because here’s the thing: it’s not.
I live in a country where I have a right to say what I want to say, how I want to say it, where I want to say it… you get the picture.
But that’s not entirely true.
I can’t get into trouble for what I think. But if those thoughts lead to certain actions, it can get a little tricky.
Censorship can be a Useful Word. I … read the rest. . .
Remember when we were young and our imaginations let us be anyone, say anything, go anywhere? We held an altruistic view of life. We played Hide-and-Seek. Tag. Used crayons more than pencils. We jumped on the furniture and clung to walls so we wouldn’t get burned by the floor that had become lava in our minds. The only dangers were those we chose to create.
A friend was a friend. We had differences, we disagreed, we even quarreled now and then. But we were still friends. Our families were our safety nets and the place to try out new attitudes … read the rest. . .