After reading a story today about a man who was tasered and later died, I feel the need to write this on our homeschoolers blog.   I don’t often give political messages on these type forums, but in my “real life” I do it on a regular basis.  Well, to anyone who’ll listen anyway. :)

 

The man that I’m referring to had an “episode” at work and his employers felt the need to call 911.  After refusing the ambulance to instead go to his personal home, the paramedics called the police. This is a pretty common practice, in and of itself, to keep the “blame” off of them. Sad that we’ve gotten to that point, yes?  But, it would seem that we have.

The police, of course, arrived in a timely manner and proceeded to ask the man some questions. To which he, rightly, stated that he simply was refusing the ambulance as was his right. He’d done nothing wrong and no one had implied that he had, he simply wished to go home because he wasn’t feeling well but not so badly that he couldn’t drive.  However, the police still wanted him out of the car to be questioned. Evidently, the man’s lack of speed to honor such a request caused the police to feel the need to taser him when he got out of the car rather angrily.  Again, completely within his rights.  Remember, he’d done nothing other than have a response to his diabetes.  No more, no less. And then refused an ambulance he had not called.

They not only tasered him once, but multiple times.  He died the next day. 

I think it’s very easy to say, “Hey, why didn’t he just jump out of the car and do what they said to do?”   Well, maybe because he wasn’t 20 and still remembers what it’s supposed to be like to live in America as an American.  Back then, you were innocent until proven guilty.  Back then, you didn’t get tasered unless you were being violent, not just angry because someone was abusing their power. Back then, justice was justice and we were free.   Which reminds me of another story….

One day there was a pig that was free. He was free to eat what he wanted and go where he chose.  Just as long as he didn’t hurt anyone else, he was free.  Then one day, the pig found some free food.  It was choice slop!  So he sucked it up.  And everyday he returned to the choice spot for free slop. 

Then one day, there was a gate that he had to go around to get to his free slop.  But, he didn’t mind. The slop was still free and it wasn’t that much trouble to go around someone’s gate. 

Not long after, he showed up for his free slop and, lo and behold, there was a second wall beside the gate.  Well, that was ok, he could still reach his free slop.  So, all was right with the world!  After all, he wasn’t having to do a thing to get his slop now.

Following the second wall, the third one soon showed up. And the pig thought to himself, “Wow!,  I’m not entirely sure this is OK.  It’s getting kinda small in here.  What happens if that last wall goes up?”  And oddly enough, it wasn’t his freedom he was afraid of losing anymore.  And all his fear of being caged had disapated. Now, what was most important was his free slop.  After all, he wasn’t even sure where to begin looking for any other kind of slop now.  He’d been coming to the free slop spot for so long he’d forgotten how to earn his own.  And whoever was taking care of him so well surely wouldn’t cage him.  Right?

Well, with his fear of leaving his slop spot conquered, he just decided he’d lay down right there and take him a nap.  After all, it was a beautiful day. 

And as luck would have it, when the pig woke up, the last wall was in place.  His free slop was now safe inside with him.  He would be taken care of now. He wouldn’t have to do a thing.  No work, no foraging for food, no running around trying to find his slop, no competing with all the other pigs for his share,  no running……period.  He was finally free.

But,  he soon learned that there is no free lunch.  

I don’t know about you, but I’d rather look for my own and find it with my own merit, than be fed slop. Even if it’s free.

I’d say, that most have already laid down to take their nap.