We are owned

We think we are free entities.

We believe we have the freedom to choose what we want. We think we have free will and can make our own decisions.

But, we are wrong .

Think about this.

You believe you are an individual, unique person? In the United States (can’t speak for other countries) we are assigned a number when we are born. It is called the “social security number.”

You think you can independently identify yourself? We are also assigned to have a label, it is called “first and last name.”

You think you have freedom to choose your way of life ? Most families raise their children in a religious or cultural organized system and tell them what to believe. They are also taught how to view the world , and it becomes their reality.

You believe you can do whatever you want without restrictions in this society? In reality, we cannot do most things without the government’s permission.

We are not allowed to drive a car unless we have a government appointed license, which we physically have to carry with us every time we drive.

We cannot get an education unless we are assigned a school or a private certified teacher and a student number.

We obtain a job only if we have a government given identification card and ( you guessed it) a social security card.

We cannot get officially married unless the government gives us a marriage certificate. Or have and adopt children without the government forcing us to appoint them a birth certificate or permission ( and a fee) to adopt.

We cannot buy groceries unless we have a currency or food stamp card fabricated only by the government . Even if you go to a food bank, you have to present a government given identification.

We cannot even travel to other countries unless this government gives us the ok to do so through a passport .

Your fingerprints serve as further evidence that the government knows who you are.

We cannot vote for whoever runs in government without being registered by the government itself to vote.

We cannot fish, hunt, carry a weapon, own a farm , or climb a mountain without some sort of government intervention.

We have to dress up a certain way and refrain from being completely naked in public if we don’t want someone to report us to authorities .

We cannot even be homeless without worrying about a government official telling us where we cannot sleep or obtain food, which are basic needs.

Sounds extreme? I agree , but that’s the way it actually is in today’s society.

In summary , we are not free human beings after all.

We are basically owned by the government .

The Adventures of a Modern Public Restroom

I wanted to share a long time ago the experience that I sometimes have with these interesting modern restrooms, which  have new convenient features.  I decided to put it in a story form.  Here you go:

I enter urgently into the public restroom, which has a small metallic sign on the door of a stick figure.  The other room has a female version of the stick figure.  As I walk pass the multiple sinks, they sense my presence and start pouring water by themselves, one by one.  I approach the toilet stall , enter, close the door,  and comfortably sit on the toilet seat.  I have the option of using the seat covers, but I am in too much of a hurry to use them.  I finish relieving myself and stand up and pull up my pants (after wiping, of course).  I turn to flush the toilet, but there is no handle.  I wait patiently for the toilet to also sense my presence and start flushing by itself.  But it doesn’t.  I patiently keep waiting, sometimes waving my hand from side to side in front of the toilet so that its sensor can depict my presence and do its job.  I look at the waste I had just deposited in the toilet’s bowl, hoping it would disappear soon under the violent rush of water during the flush and into the underground pipes.  Nothing.

I decide to exit the toilet stall and approach one of the sinks.  I can hear the toilet flushing in the distance.  I wave my hand in front of the sink,  and water starts pouring out of the faucet.   But it suddenly stops once I put my hands under the faucet.  I wave my hands again and water comes out again.  While my hands feel the cold water pouring over them, I reach out with my right hand for the soap.  I hold my hand under the soap dispenser, but nothing comes out.  I suddenly realize that, unlike the toilet and the sink, the soap dispenser does not have a sensor.  Therefore, I have to actually touch and push the button that says “push” and a foamy, white substance comes out of it on my hand.

I rub my hands while I continue to wash them.  I remove the hands from the sink, but the water continues to run.  I put my hands under the faucet again to rinse my hands one more time, but the faucet decides to stop pouring water this time, so I don’t get a last rinse of water.

I turn towards the hand dryer on the wall, since there is no paper towel dispenser on sight.  I put my hands under the hand dryer dispenser, and a strong, violent gush of hot hair comes rushing down against my wet hands.  I suddenly picture myself jumping out of a flying airplane and feeling this same rush of air towards my hands and my whole body.  My hands are completely dried in a matter of seconds.

Voila!  I exit the modern restroom with a great sense of accomplishment!  How convenient these modern restrooms can be!

(I think the lights turn off by themselves once I leave the restroom as well . )

Served by Machines

robotI walk into a store, the doors open by themselves. I walk down the aisle, looking for the items. Not sure of the price. I go to one of the scanners by a pole, and it reads the barcode and displays a price. I go to the public restroom, sit on the toilet, get up, and the toilet automatically flushes by itself (still have to wipe myself). I go to wash my hands, wait three seconds for the water to come down the faucet, since there is no knob. I go to dry my hands, and simply extend my hands to the dryer and it starts to blow by itself. Get out of the restroom and to the cash register. Go to the self serve register, scan the items myself, swipe my credit card, push “Credit”, push Yes on  “Amount Ok?”, grab the receipt that comes out by itself, take the groceries, and get out once again through an automatic door that opens by itself.

No need for human contact.   No one to talk to.   Nobody to say “good morning” to.   Simply service by machines.

What would be next, shoes that slide by themselves, like stakes, without the need for walking?  Some kids have shoes similar to this already.  How about shopping without stepping a foot out of the door?  Isn’t that already done with shopping online?  I can also see going to a restaurant and being attended by a machine, which has started with drive thrus.  Education is also done online.Vacations may come to us, instead of us traveling, through holograms. Heck, maybe we don’t even have to meet anyone, go on a date, get married, and have kids, since all of this may be done by machines also.

Again, no need for human contact.  No one to talk to.  Simply being served by machines.

“Why do you wave at people?”


My daughter asked me today, driving down my neighborhood “Dad, why do you wave at people in this neighborhood, but don’t do it outside in public?” And I thought, “Good question!” Why do I do that exclusively in the neighborhood, even if I don’t know them? Is it because it is a neighborhood, and we simply feel like belonging to a community? Why not do it outside in the bigger community? If I start waving at people in public, such as in the mall, park, airport, or shopping center, what will people think? Does it matter what people think? Unfortunately, I would feel uncomfortable if someone starts waving at me in public when I don’t know them. I would start thinking that I can’t remember who this person is when I should. Or think that the person is stalking me, or trying to sell me something. But I don’t think I should feel this way. There is nothing wrong with someone waving at another person, even if it is done in public and the people haven’t met each other. Of course, if the person is a famous celebrity, then the expectation is different. But most of us are regular, so why the fear of waving at each other? Hmmm?