<In any event I think everyone should get drafted or forced into some kind of service for their country. 2-3 years in Liberia, Korea, Afghanistan, Iraq or some other festering sore and people will understand that most of the world is a brutal ruthless place and presently the USA is doing the vast majority of work on the side of good vs evil.>
A draft is confiscation of a person's life against their will. That is not freedom. It's a throwback to the era of feudalism where humans were the property of the ruler or state. No better than Saddam. A community should pay the going rate to attract and retain a samurai class. They shouldn't steal from young males or anyone else.
Freedom is meaningless cant to somebody who is press-ganged into the front line and then killed, all against their will.
Freedom means the individual acts according their own free will, not according to the dictate of others or the state. In freedom, one's life is not subject to the whim or demands of others unless one enters into voluntary agreement for mutual gain to satisfy such whims or demands [such as employment, including in the military].
A draft is the total opposite of freedom. An Orwellian "The Draft Will Make You Free" Big Brother concept. The first thing that happens in the Freedom Draft is being taught to obey orders or suffer the consequences. Learn to salute and say "Yes Sir!" to any moronic thing.
"Napalm those Gooks!!"
"Yes Sir!! With both barrels?"
As Cassius Clay pointed out, "No Vietcong ever called me nigger."
chronogram.com He refused the draft and was gaoled in the name of freedom. That wasn't long after that guy Martin King got hot under the collar about apartheid in the USA.
No wonder Tim McVeigh selected Invictus as his epitaph. A fitting epitaph. Land of the free .... giggle... you must be kidding. It's not really surprising that he blew up the ATF building.
I have a special place in my heart for Louis Untermeyer.
Invictus: bartleby.com
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance 5
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade, 10
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate: 15
I am the captain of my soul.
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