Muzzled

So our third topic is about being muzzled.

What does it mean to be muzzled?

Oh, how my mind can wander.

I’ve never been one to be known to be muzzled, nor ever want to muzzle anyone. There are times, however, that those things are best left in the dark rooms of my mind — and maybe just dark rooms 

But being muzzled is something that should be consensual, as far as I’m concerned.

I recently discovered that somebody can muzzle you whenever they bark louder than you.

And then you have to justify why they believe that their abuse of power is better than your absolute ability, as a human being, to use your mind and your voice — especially when you’re being an upstanding citizen and using your voice really only to speak for the others who don’t have a voice of their own.

This abuse of power is something I’ve recently experienced.

But, no, never mind. Because I also know how to listen.

And listen I do very well.

And thankfully, I’m not the only person who’s experienced being bullied by somebody who has nothing else to do, who’s in fear of what I have to say.

And what I have to say is not for me, but for a great multitude of others.

So be aware.

I will never be stopped talking.

I don’t know how.

It’s in my DNA.

And thankfully, thankfully, thankfully, I have the moral integrity and wisdom and knowledge to back up what I’m saying.

Yes, not the resources.

Because what’s going to take me to justify being un-muzzled is a shitload of time and effort on my part, which will distract me from doing other things.

Which is ultimately their purpose: to stop me from talking about matters that matter.

Oh, what a Mad Hatter they are.