It's been a heartbreaking pleasure to "meet" (via livestreams) the many Freedom Convoy truck drivers who fled Eastern Europe seeking Freedom in Canada. The Hell of not having Freedom in Europe ignites in them a love and passion to restore Freedom in Canada that someone who's always enjoyed Liberty can't quite fathom.
Maybe that's why the Freedom Convoys have hit me so hard. From the moment I heard Canada had "a great big convoy, truckin' through the night," I was obsessed.
The first two weeks, I hardly slept, I barely ate, sitting motionless at this computer seeking out and posting any and all news from Ottawa, while my legs slowly swelled. Oops.
The convoys stirred a disturbing, yet eerily familiar emotion I couldn't quite place. A vicarious mixture of excitement and fear, dread and vulnerability, passion and joy.
Then I remembered: Watching Canadian Patriots insist on 100% of their God-given Freedoms, despite all the "science" and shaming, all the condescension and infantilization, triggered the same emotional Hell I experienced in 2013 when I finally wrestled all my God-given Freedom from people who had held me against my will, doling out just enough Freedom so I could earn and pay rent money to them...with a trifle more "Freedom" allowed to keep me "happy" and quiet a la Stockholm Syndrome
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