The day was April 12th, 2012. It was a Thursday. I'd just turned 32. This was the first time my parents had allowed me to go somewhere and said, "You don't have to call us every time you arrive or leave a destination."
That's because I was with Michael, my fiancé of four days. We were in love and I was finally free! It was an intoxicating cocktail from which I've never recovered.
Today, I have the taste of that same heady elixir in my mouth again and I like it!
I like it a lot!
Until I "got my walking papers" in the form of a three-paragraph, impersonal, rather unclear bcc e-mail blast, I never realized how much writing for PsychCentral was actually putting a cramp in my style.
When I called out a rabbi for flaunting his "righteousness" in the same ostentatious way that my family did, I was reported to the Anti-Defamation League. But the allegation of Anti-Semitism kinda' fell apart when I pointed out that with a maiden name of "Koplin," I couldn't be Anti-Semitic or I'd have to hate myself. Touché??? Turns out, that particular rabbi's closed sect (cult!) was also sweeping sexual abuse under the rug instead of letting justice run its course, just as the Amish do. I felt vindicated.
Then there was the issue of gender. In my biographical article of an (ex) friend, The Narcissistic Wife and her Hen-Pecked Husband, a disgusted reader commented, "I think the language is outdated and a lot of content is sexist. Why depict women as shrews?"
Um, possibly because there are women who are shrews. In fact, some readers couldn't even finish the article, it triggered them so badly with memories of their mother, wife, ex.
But what topics are more passionate than religion and politics?! The former owner of PsychCentral is a Trump-hating liberal, so believe me, I thought once, twice, thrice...then waded into them anyways. Sure, I pissed off a few readers. Sure, I lost over one hundred "friends" over my support for Donald Trump in 2016 but "what price glory."
My point is that now, as my own boss, I don't have to think even once before writing what I fervently believe. I don't have to tip my hat to being Politically Correct. And it feels good. Oh, it feels damn good!
For the first time in years, I'm tasting the cocktail of freedom again and I like it. I like it a lot. It's gone straight to my head. So for the foreseeable future, instead of rushing out to get another boss, exchanging my Free Speech for money, I work for you. 100% Reader Supported. 100% No Bullshit. Zero Political Correctness. 100% Free Speech.
This is my Declaration of Independence!
Now I know how the Founding Fathers felt when they took quill in shaking hand to sign our nation's Declaration of Independence. It's an amazing document...much more so than I ever realized. All we usually hear of it is, "We hold these truths to" ... "you know, the thing." (Joe Biden)
Today I leave you with this recording of the Declaration being read aloud. Please listen to it. Really listen to it. When I did, the tears were pouring down my face. It's profound and will make you treasure what our Founding Fathers handed down to us that much more.
God bless you and God bless these United States of America.
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