Today we celebrate freedom and independence in the United States (my last chance to do so before moving back to Canada). As I behold the flag-wavers and anthem-singers wholeheartedly doing their bit, I wonder how independent this country truly is.
So we are not subject to England. Wonderful. We’re free from the horrible tyranny and oppression of that country. But are we free, indeed?
When I survey the culture of the Good Ol’ USA, I see not independence, but slavery. This takes many forms:
- Slavery to money. We love it; we want it; we will do just about anything to get it. This also leads to…
- Slavery to debt. Our fascination with credit cards and buy-now-pay-later “deals” puts Americans in ever-increasing holes of debt with no respite in sight. To be in debt is, in essence, to be a slave to the debtor. Looks like most of us fall into that category.
- Slavery to advertisment. There is a reason why the advertising industry is highly lucrative and expanding, gradually taking over everything from the radios, TVs, and internet in our homes to the signs on our streets to the vending machines in our schools to the traffic in our skies to the players on our beloved sports teams (and there have even been efforts to advertise in space). We are influenced and in many ways manipulated by ads. Commercials tell us how to look and dress, what to eat and drink, how to medicate ourselves, what to drive, and who to vote for. If we didn’t have advertising, how would we ever think for ourselves? I can’t imagine.
- Slavery to sex. Take a brief look around any public place or on any media and you will undoubtedly find sexual themes abounding. We are a culture dominated and driven by sex. This is also closely tied in with the above slavery to advertising because, as everyone knows, “sex sells.”
- Slavery to ourselves. We are so individually-focused and isolated from our surrounding communities that we move to the suburbs to get away from people and build fences to keep out others with the same idea. We drive out of the garage straight to work, sit in our partitioned cubicle (or, if you’re lucky, closed office), finish our work and drive straight back home into the garage. Hell, we never have to step outside if we don’t want to. We have drive-through food, coffee, and banking to keep us safely and comfortably masters of our private automobile domains. We have effectively created cages for ourselves and are very diligent to lock them from within whenever possible.
Sure, this is a free society—we are free to enslave ourselves in all sorts of ways, and we happily do so. God bless America.