One-Liner Wednesday — Freedom of Speech

“People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought, which they seldom use.”

Søren Kierkegaard, Danish theologian, philosopher, poet, and social critic, who is widely considered to be the first existentialist philosopher

Could this man, who died in 1855, have been prescient enough to have foreseen Twitter?


Written for Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday prompt. Image credit: Wikimedia Commons.

Reblog: Are you Annoyed?

I read this post from Mary J. Melange (aka bikerchick57) and her message really resonated with me and it makes so much sense. We mustn’t take our democracy for granted and use “freedom” as a buzzword for voicing our petty annoyances. Please take a few minutes to read her post.

“We need to give serious consideration to the fragility of democracy and less to our annoyances (like gas prices and masks).” ~Pam, on Facebook~ I …

Are you Annoyed?

Rationalizations

I’m posting a letter to the editor that appeared in my local paper yesterday. I thought it made a good point, it expressed how I feel about those who stubbornly and selfishly refuse to get COVID vaccinations, and it was presented in an articulate way.

There are a lot of rationalizations about why some people refuse to get vaccinated and wear masks and follow the health guidelines. But at its heart, the people making this choice are say­ing one thing: It’s me above you. It’s me above my family, above my coworkers, above the people I pass on the stree­t and, above my city. It’s me above my country. I’m more important than any­ one else. This is the dark side of that so-called American freedom.

If you want to go live on a deserted island, then go. Otherwise, if you want to live in a society, you need to grow up and learn to take responsibility. You have the free­dom to get sick and maybe die, but you don’t have the right to hurt others in the process.


This letter was written by Scott Serata of Oakland, CA.

Weekend Writing Prompt/Sunday Writing Prompt — Forage and Freedom

“Hey you, what are you doing in that field in your underwear?” the woman yelled at the young man.

“I’m foraging for mushrooms, lady,” he answered, as if doing so in one’s boxers was not at all unusual. “It’s hot and I love the feel of the breeze on my, um, privates. It gives me a sense of freedom. At least I’m not naked.”

A hungry look graced the woman’s face. “Drop those boxers and I might just give you a hand.”

(82 words)


Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where the word is “forage.”Also for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt, where the word is “Freedom.” Also for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (underwear) and The Daily Spur (love).

Thursday Inspiration — The Call

The office Christmas party last December was in full swing and it was the bomb. Everyone was feeling quite jolly (another way of saying drunk) and some interesting goings on were taking place. Like when Janice, my boss’ wife, took her pen and wrote her phone number on the palm of my hand, placed her hand between my legs, squeezed hard, whispered “call me,” in my ear, and then left the party with her husband.

She was married to my boss, for crissake, but after her impetuous act at the Christmas party, I couldn’t get her off my mind. I was unable to discount the erotic feelings that this stunning woman stirred when she grabbed my crotch and squeezed.

I put my better judgment aside and called her. She seemed thrilled to hear from me and suggested that we meet at a cabin in the country that she and her husband owned. She told me to meet her there on a workday, so that her husband — my boss — would be at work.

I called in sick the next day, drove for two hours to the remote cabin, which was a model of rustic simplicity, and was greeted at the door by Janice, who was wearing an incredibly shear and sexy negligee. What transpired for the next six hours was almost indescribable. Before I left the cabin late in the afternoon, I asked Janice when I could see her again. Her answer surprised me.

“Every year for Christmas, my husband and I give ourselves the gift of freedom to have sex with someone else,” Janice explained. “This year, I chose you, and you were an awesome choice. But I love my husband and he loves me, so this incredible assignation we had won’t happen again until next Christmas.”

It’s been almost a year since that remarkable day with Janice at the cabin. I have been eagerly awaiting this year’s company Christmas party so that I could see Janice again and we could arrange for a repeat performance. So you can imagine my chagrin when the company announced that it was going to cancel this year’s Christmas party due to the pandemic. I was devastated.

But then I received a call from Janice. She asked if I’d been tested for COVID. I told her that I had and that it was negative. She said, “Me too. How about if you call in sick tomorrow and meet me at the cabin?”

It’s going to be a Merry Christmas after all!


Written for Paula Light’s Thursday Inspiration prompt, where the theme is “call.” Also for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (bomb), Your Daily Word Prompt (jolly), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (impetuous), The Daily Spur (discount), Ragtag Daily Prompt (rustic simplicity, and MMA Storytime (cancel).