Independence is such an ambiguous word, it has caused trouble for hundreds of years. As has freedom, rights, and liberty. Yet, every July 4th, Americans take to their yards, community parks, and main streets to celebrate what it means to be free.
Free to love. Free to hate. Free to smile or frown. Free to worship or not worship. It is our right to be free.
As we celebrate with family and community fireworks and watch professional pyrotechnic shows on television, there are those who celebrate for a very different reason.
Their definition of freedom is tolerance. They tolerate love. They tolerate emotions. They tolerate beliefs.
Toleration is not freedom. Toleration is a limitation on rights. Toleration is the opposite of liberty. Toleration breed contempt. Contempt challenges independence.
Okay, everything so far has been a little heavy and “preachy” and I think it’s because I live in the US and see what all this hateful tolerance has done for the last year.
Here’s a little story for all my non-US readers:
“Mama, mama! Look!” Jimmy tugged at his mother’s arm, pointing into the sky as the night sky exploded with fireworks provided by the local pyrotechnic company.
“Ooh,” she said, picking him up so he could see better.
“Today in celebration of our independence from the Cybermen,” an announcer said over the loud speaker, “we declare April 23rd as Global Freedom Day!”
The finale was spectacular as the last of the sky-based conversion theaters was detonated along with a barrage of fireworks set to the 1812 Overture. It truly was a new day for Earth’s survivors of the Time War.
Okay, going through Dr. Who withdrawals since I couldn’t afford Amazon Prime anymore. Had to throw a little in there 🙂