Why Democrats Are the Party of Freedom

Democrats stand on freedom

For decades, I’ve been saying that Democrats are the party of freedom. Look at their past policies and you can clearly see that Democrats are for personal freedom and corporate accountability, while Republicans are interested in limiting personal freedoms and letting corporations run rampant.

I was reminded of this recently when a post popped up in my Facebook feed from a page I don’t follow. It was a video clip from the movie “Demolition Man,” starring Sylvester Stallone and Sandra Bullock. In the clip, Edgar Friendly, played by Dennis Leary is explaining to Stallone’s character why he lives underground, away from society. In the scene, he says he is the enemy because he likes to think, he likes to read, he’s into freedom of speech, and then begins a typical 1990’s era Dennis Leary screed about how he wants to be free to smoke and eat red meat, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. If you’re not familiar with it, check it out:

Edgar Friendly rants about freedom in Demolition Man.

And then, all these weird-ass right-wing MAGA freaks jumped in the comments talking about how they finally understand what he was talking about, and “That’s what the Democrat party is doing to us!”

I bit back the desire to comment. I wanted to ask them which Democratic policies are taking rights away from people. I wanted to engage in an honest conversation about which party is trying to strip the rights away from the electorate. But I know better.

I wanted to engage them in a conversation about evidence-based facts that exist in reality. Experience has taught me to stop trying. I used to try to engage with people online, naively believing that people can have rational political discussions in an online environment, but it’s rarely possible, in my experience. So, I don’t even try anymore.

In the past, when I’ve tried to engage in healthy debate online, the sourced, fact-based items I would provide as evidence were countered with unsourced opinion pieces riddled with blatant lies. When I would call into question the source and quality of their evidence, they would claim that my sources were the flawed ones, because they came from the “liberal media.” Never mind that they were fully sourced back to the original evidence.

So, it’s unfortunate that I can’t have an honest conversation with these people because I really want to know which Democratic policies are infringing on my rights as a private citizen. I don’t see any Democratic policy trying to take my rights away, but if you can think of some, please let me know in the comments. Any examples I’ve been given in the past crumble under the slightest scrutiny. They can largely be reduced to, “They’re trying to take away my right to take people’s rights away!” I only see Democrats trying to protect our rights, restore the rights that have been stripped away, and fight for freedom and equality.

I see Republican talking heads resorting to making things up from whole cloth. I heard one on CNN say with a straight face that Kamala Harris wants to ban red meat, and then he confidently claimed that she campaigned on the issue. This is not true.

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Meanwhile, I see Republicans trampling our rights every chance they get. I have examples:

They are against women’s rights. They have removed a woman’s right to choose. They have come between women and their doctors, interfering with a woman’s right to make her own health care decisions.

They are against gay rights. They fought against marriage equality. And now they want to reverse it.

They are against trans rights. They don’t want trans people to have the right to be their authentic selves in public.

They are against environmental regulations. They want to repeal safety regulations imposed on corporations, which infringes on our individual rights to a safe, clean environment.

They are against the right to affordable health care. Right now, in our country, getting good, quality health care is considered a privilege. Democrats want to make it a right.

They are against employee collective bargaining rights.

These are just a few of the many examples available. Their policy proposals are all about control and forcing the general public into a Judeo-Christian mold. I would seek out individual examples for all of these things, but I don’t have to. There’s a 900-page document called Project 2025. Go read it. It’s all there. If you don’t have time to read a 900-page manual on how to create a dystopian nightmare, check out this white paper from David Pakman.

For as long as I can remember, Democrats have been strong on policy, but complete shit on messaging. I have become so excited in this election season. Kamala walking out on stage to Beyoncé’s Freedom sent chills down my spine. Democrats have always been the party of freedom, and it’s about time they talk about it. Walz telling people to “mind your own damned business” did it again. Chills.

I was shocked, amazed, and ecstatic that the Democrats finally seem to be learning how to message. We want to be free. We don’t want people telling us what to do. We want to be free to worship as we choose and free to not worship at all. We want to be free to do what we want with our bodies. We want to be free to love who we want.

Democrats stand and fight for freedom

Democrats are the party of personal freedom and corporate regulation. Ideally. I’m not naïve. There is plenty of corporate control of the Democratic party. They have way too much financial incentive to favor corporations, and there are plenty of corrupt Democrats. But they are leaps and bounds ahead of the Republican party, which is openly for corporate freedom, corporate deregulation, which by its very nature leads to individual servitude.

So, if you like freedom, vote Democratic. Vote Harris/Walz. Then we can continue the fight to get corporate influence and corporate money out of politics. If you vote the other way, individual voters will no longer have any say at all in what goes on in government. A lot of people probably think I’m being alarmist, or hyperbolic. But I’m not. Their plan is public, and it describes a dystopian future that I want no part of. The only people who will be happy under that plan are people who long to be controlled by an evil tyrant. And, strangely, those people do actually exist.

I’m An Asshole

Let’s try this again.

Let’s start over. I started this blog a long time ago, and if I’m being honest, which I am, I’ve been scared to make it what it is supposed to be. But not anymore. So, without further ado —

Hi. 

I’m Dick. I’m a dick. I’m an asshole. And I’m very tired of pretending that I’m not. Most likely, you’re a dick, too. Most people are. The world is full of assholes. Can we agree, for the sake of non-argument, that when describing one’s personality, an asshole and a dick are pretty much the same fucking thing? Good. ‘Cause I’m going to use them interchangeably whether you fucking like it or not. You got a problem with that? That’s what the comment section is for. 

There won’t be any comments. Nobody knows this blog is here. Nobody cares this blog is here. That’s fine. Happy Harry Hardon started talking into the void to nobody. And that’s who I’ll talk to now. My fucking self. Why? Because I fucking need to say this shit. And because I fucking need to hear this shit. 

If anyone does find this blog and decides to follow it, at some point, I’m going to piss them off. Because I’m not holding back here. Some people might stumble upon this and agree with a whole lot of shit that I say, and then one day … BOOM! I’m going to rip into something that is special to them, and they’re going to get offended. 

Because that’s what people fucking do. They get offended. So — we all walk around on tenterhooks to avoid smashing the eggshells that are the fragile egos of our planet’s fellow inhabitants. 

Well, listen. My ego isn’t fragile. It’s made of fucking silicone. Stomp the fuck out of it with army boots if you need to, it’s going to spring right back. I’m not sure this is a good thing, to be perfectly honest, I’d like to shed my ego entirely and truly recognize that I am merely a single vessel in the eternal consciousness of the Universe, and while I understand the concept and strive for it — well, shedding one’s ego is easier said than done. 

But most people are assholes, and they just hide it in public. People act way different in public than they do around a small group of people they feel comfortable with, and I think that’s bullshit. I’ve been playing along, and I’m fucking sick to death of it. I’m done. I’m not doing it anymore. 

I don’t want to take away anyone’s right to insult me. I don’t want to take away someone’s right to call me a faggot, a queer, a cocksucker, a filthy queen (which would be weird, cause I’m totally straight-acting, I’m a man  who likes fixing cars,and doing home repairs, and working out, and having sex with men — and musicals — but I digress).’

I don’t want to take away anyone’s right to tell me why I’m a sick bastard who is going to hell. And I don’t want my right taken away to tell that person why I think they are a fucking idiotic, moronic, bigot who bases their opinion on an imaginary all-powerful sky fairie who stars in the most ridiculous book I’ve ever had the displeasure of reading.

Your right to swing your fist ends an inch from my nose. Your right to refuse me service in a business open to the public doesn’t exist. You don’t have that right. But your right to speak your mind ends fucking nowhere. If you make wedding cakes for a living, you HAVE to make me my cake if I ask you to. But you have every right to tell me why you’d rather not, what you think of my lifestyle, and make me question whether or not I’ll be eating your spit. But at the end of the day, if you make wedding cakes for the public, and I say I want you to make my gay wedding cake, you have to make it. And, to be clear, spitting in it is against the law. But if you feel that way, I don’t want you to make my fucking cake. I, personally, would rather take my business elsewhere. I don’t want you to have my money, which is why I choose not to eat at Chick-Fil-A. 

I like freedom. I don’t want it to be against the law to hurt someone’s fucking feelings.