Have you noticed the curious stage of history we’ve reached where freedom has become a dirty word? The preferred spirit of the age is a contrived, top-down collective hug that feels increasingly like a chokehold.
From the ivory towers to the local coffee shop, a new generation of thinkers is dusting off the failed scripts of the 20th century, adding a fresh coat of anti-human paint, and wondering why the engine is smoking. Whether it’s the cult of the State or the new-age prophets who view human life as a planetary glitch, the target is always the same: The Individual.
What’s up, really, with the grand, tragic human tradition of trading our birthright of liberty for a bowl of government-subsidized thin gruel?
It’s as if we’ve collectively forgotten that every utopian shortcut in history eventually leads to a dead end, usually guarded by men in uniforms. So goes the ongoing collision between high-minded idealism and the cold, hard pavement of reality, where common sense is treated like a contraband luxury. Continue reading







