Don't Fence Me In

The freedom crowd wants to corral everything. They have boundary issues. Not that they don't have them, but the foundations are weak. 'Build the wall.' Their freedom is fragile so they demand certainty. 

No ambiguity. Everything is defined, fixed, immutable.

Existential certainty, in the limiting case. They are saved. They are going to heaven. They are patriots. Their worldview is right. See, it's the only one out there. They banned all the others. 

Wiped them out. What do we actually know? 

One real certainly, diversity is stability. They want a weed-free lawn of white men, the most unstable thing imaginable, requiring enormous energy subsidies to create and maintain. Hence the oil.

Apart from fencing everything they want oil. Which means excursions, to go get it. Plunder. They're actively doing this. Boundaries for me, not for thee. Also they want to corral meaning. 

To define reality, which they're scared of.

They're scared of the reality of themselves and their own weakness, mortality and imperfection. They can't see they're afraid of themselves, which they can't escape, so they go after everyone else. 

 

With bombs strapped to their asses. They are the apocalypse.

The forces of compulsion, the opposite of freedom.