NOTE: THIS IS NOT A PARODY, FANTASY, OR SATIRE.
You all probably know the challenge “Where’s Waldo?” a series of children’s books created by the English illustrator Martin Handford. Yes? Well, for those who like such things in print and the electronic kingdom, what’s missing from the photo above? That’s ok. I’ll wait.
“Ta dee. La la la. Bzzzzzz.”
Ok, time’s up! It’s my blue bag of cigar samples. Opps! Forgive me FDA. I meant to say Promotional Material. Yes. I left my sample bag at the office. I am actually going out into the real world of brokering cigars with nary a cigar on me. None. Nada. Zilch. ZERO. Not even one for me because you all know I can’t have a cigar for a week after the tooth extraction and as difficult as it has been, I’ve kept to the doctor’s orders – though not without angst, anxiety, and acute adversity.
Why? Well, why not? According to the FDA I am not to hand out “samples.” Now, many manufacturers have had differing viewpoints or interpretations on this restriction and I figure I’ll go to the far right side of the law that is not written down, filed, or has been seen by anyone, and stick to the “rules.” Whatever those rules are. So I am clearly in the safety zone.
This way I can keep the kids from smoking all the cigars that I used to hand out like dealers secretly passing drugs to junkies in needle park. I will protect the tykes from thugs like me. No longer will I ring my bell and play the same f*&^%$g song over and over again and as I slowly turn into the parks and school lots at 3:30 to sell my wares to the throngs of nicotine-starved kids as they rush to gather around me, my hands held high in the air chock-full of cello’d cigars playfully trying to keep their precious little hands from grabbing at them and laughing with them as they titter about, screaming for this cigar and that cigar. Hell, sometimes I felt like a human Piñata!
Ahhhhh, those were delightful times for everyone. But all that frivolity is gone now. Sad to say. I guess the little ones will have to go to the corner liquor store and see what flavor vodka is new instead. Let’s see, I’ll just name a few – Oh Smirnoff – good brand. Ahhh there’s Ruby Red Grapefruit, Blueberry, Root Beer Float, Iced Cake, Kissed Caramel, Peppermint Twist, Pineapple! Goodness how will the kids make up their impressionable minds?
Of course, I’m taking this asinine ruling to the extreme (i.e. leaving my sample bag home) to make a point not only to myself, but the shops and anyone in the government who happens upon this blog, which is highly unlikely because I really don’t think the legislators read many of these electronic essays. No. They go more for cheap, pulpy paper you can use with Crayola’s™ for coloring in their favorite color – green, while in session. Ahsgh! That was nasty.
Look, BIG BROTHER is here. Today. Now. Right next to you – to your right and to your left. When George Orwell wrote “Nineteen Eighty Four” in 1949, who would have ever thought it would actually come true. I mean who hasn’t seen “Them!” and just watched the thriller Sci-Fi classic for entertainment without a speck of thought that there would ever really be monster ants invading the desert.
It’s astounding if you read the brief summary of “1984” about how we are actually living a fiction novel 67 years old that has come unto reality. Don’t believe me? Here’s the brief summary from Wiki:
“Nineteen Eighty-Four, often published as 1984, is a dystopian novel by English author George Orwell published in 1949. The novel is set in Airstrip One (formerly known as Great Britain), a province of the superstate, Oceania, in a world of perpetual war, omnipresent government surveillance and public manipulation, dictated by a political system euphemistically named English Socialism (or Ingsoc in the government’s invented language, Newspeak) under the control of a privileged elite of the Inner Party, that persecutes individualism and independent thinking as ‘thoughtcrime.’”
Now, if you want more proof, dig this – We do not live in a Democracy and we are not a Democrary. A Democrary as defined by the Merriam Webster Dictionary is a “form of government in which people choose leaders by voting; is a country ruled by democracy; or is an organization or situation in which everyone is treated equally and has equal rights.”
We, the United States, are a Republic. Also defined by MWD as “a country that is governed by elected representatives and by an elected leader (such as a president) rather than by a king or queen.”
And we are working toward Socialism, clearly defined by MWD “as a way of organizing a society in which major industries are owned and controlled by the government rather than by individual people and companies.”
Which, of course, will lead to Totalitarianism, or “a country with centralized control by an autocratic authority, with the political concept that the citizen should be totally subject to an absolute state authority.”
And then who knows, down the road we might change that ideal utopia into the nirvana of all political systems known to the free world as – Communism. Yes, a form of government where the régime organizes the society in which the “It” owns the things that are used to make and transport products (such as land, oil, factories, ships, etc.) and there is no privately owned property. And keep in mind property includes intellectual property not just buildings farms, and cigar stores.
Anyone disputing the above facts has birdseed for brain matter and needs to be put out of their misery. “Call for Kathy Bates!” The laws the FDA has passed regarding the Cigar Industry are purportedly there to protect the children. Excuse me. . . BULLSHIT! It’s the bottom line – corporate control to the highest bidder OR political contributor. Snide, but oh so true.
Me? I veer toward Libertarianism. A form of governmental philosophy that each person should be allowed to do and say what they want without ANY interference from the government.
Partisan? You bet. But don’t let this heady political proselytization scare you off. Those in the arts, particularly literature, have thoughts, too. They just record them in a less trying manner. Take Ralph Waldo Emerson’s masterpiece of literature, “Self-Reliance.” Read it. Go ahead damn it! Read it! Pull your head out of the sand and get with the program and know that these ideas of freedom are as old as Neanderthal man and I’m not talking the cigar.
Look, the essay can be difficult to understand at times, I know that, so I will let enotes summarize it. Though note that there are many, many, many more points to be considered in this work. But the main idea is below:
“It is only until we are able to identify and cherish our own thoughts and ideas as being trustworthy and wise that we are able to achieve self-reliance, but, Emerson argued, this involves opposing society and becoming non-conformist, which is a massive challenge that some people never have the courage to take. It is much easier, therefore, to sacrifice one’s own freedom and liberty and become a conformist, believing in society, and failing to see how that belief actually stifles us as humans.” (enotes)
I know this is the super short version, but I can’t expect you to read a thesis.
We must gain back the control over our lives, our decisions, and our dreams without the interference of government whether the latter three notions are good for us or not, in that sense we make that decision. We will accept the consequences or rewards.
Maybe I’m just pissed off that I haven’t had a cigar for the last four or five days. Maybe this is the bane of withdrawal. But I’m getting mighty tired of people, cigar people, talking out of both sides of their mouths about how we may have problems in the US, but this is still the greatest country in the world. Hell, I agree. But look at the direction we’re headed! The ideals that we are embracing are totally antithetical to what the founding fathers envisioned. Period. Napoleon Hill, the author, once said, “Dreams are not born of indifference, laziness, or lack of ambition.” Take heart. Please.