Extreme perplexities of cultural algorithms continue to go unnoticed beneath the facade of freedom. Whether we are actually free is a question only for the philosophers, as the true believers have deigned to make it unquestionable in the surface tensions of modern American discourse. And we remain in servitude to these hegemonies, repeated ad lib in speaking points the world over.
Step back and relax. Wait, not to push forward? But that is the very imperative of freedom, no? And so we remain indebted to freedom. Freedom demands our action toward its realisation, and we comply. Afterall, what is there to do but accede to such powerful demands. Goddamit it's freedom that we're talking about. Fuck off to all naysayers that might foresuch exist.
Freedom is our destiny, our design. It is our responsibility, our duty to enforce it. To create laws by which freedom might exist. Fate is our bitch, Freedom is our love.