My Song, a freewrite

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What gives one the authority to lord it over another in any way? Why must I register my car, insure my car, pay taxes on the purchase of my car, which I bought it with funds from my own meager store of USD, made more meager by taxation, used to administer the taxes I am demanded to pay on every dollar I earn by the sweat of my own flesh.

Whew!

I wonder where that came from?

I know! It’s my broken record!

We the people are getting screwed, again, as if there has even ever been a time during which we were not being screwed. My favorite song.

We are being forced to shop at the company store regarding medical choices via the health insurance scam. We borrow money from banks to get the services sold at the company store, because taxes.

We are also highly encouraged by conventional sources to borrow from banks – indebtedness for life - just to have a roof over our heads. “It’s good for you, can’t you tell?” is written all over the packaging. Can anyone spell mortgage?

Remember the Joads, or do we not teach Steinbeck in the indoctrination camps any more?

We go into lifelong debt to banks just to pay for our being alive in the first place.

Most of us think this is all normal.

How much more surreal is this going to have to get?

Even scarier: how much more surreal can it get?

This is my entry to @mariannewest's daily freewrite challenge. Today's prompt is the authority.

I spent a lot of time spiffying this up, but it is mostly a freewrite. My favorite subject, my most sung song. Thank you for reading it.