Back before citizens were nationalized, a passport was a devise of protection. When the king of England sent a messenger to the King of France the currier would carry two documents of safe passage, one from each king. These passports proclaimed that anyone who delayed or taxed the carriers of these documents was attacking the king himself.
They afforded some protection.
Now passports are a sort of brand like what is burned into the side of cattle. They proclaim ownership, and all other cattle barons are expected to check the brand if a stray strip of sirloin wanders through their gate. It’s excusable to kill and eat the cow, or at least overlooked — as every politician gets hungry occasionally. If the cow gives milk however the US brand wants the other cattlemen to make sure some of it is sent back to the original ranch. It came from their cow. They go so far as to threaten financial range war if that cow is not milked and the proceeds shared.
On cows they now use ear tags, cattle don’t remove them, they are easy to see. Ear tags might be convenient on US citizens, but with opposed thumbs and high intelligence we might rustle ourselves and remove them. Inexcusable. So far the US has not suggested use of a physical brand on say the forehead. When they do they will want other governments to cooperate and brand any cattle that have wandered off their range. If you love America you will wear your brand proudly. Many will.
For now some cattle still think they are human. They don’t like being owned, milked, or slaughtered, without due process, at the discretion of people that were elected because they were charming, and stay in office because they are ruthless and cunning. These humans consider the inexcusable — they may rustle themselves and move to greener pastures. Many of them are now visiting various pastures to find where they and their families may safely thrive. They don’t need a running iron to re-burn their brand into a new pattern, they need new residencies, citizenships, and passports.
They need a new identity.
They must negotiate the electric shock fences being built around their home pasture — before they are required to leave their milk and meat behind if they dare ask permission to leave. Uncomfortable at best. The time available for planning is shrinking as the barricades against departure are increasing. A nice little pasture by the beach in a country that is an enemy of no one can still be found. But the time for comparison shopping is now. Tomorrow you may have to take whatever is offered, the day after may be too late except at great loss and risk.
Don’t call your in-country attorney and ask him about this. He may be required by law to turn you in, not tell you he did, and spy on you. If he doesn’t he may lose everything too. At best he will admit liberty is outside his area of expertise; and take a large annual referral fee for sending you to an offshore services house. Instead: travel, live in, and compare attractive pastures, discover new paths away from being owned.
When your grandparents arrived at Ellis Island to become American citizens, little of this land and cattle Barron apparatus was in effect. Basically they were listed on a page and welcomed to America, if their name was difficult to say they became Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Next!
It seems impossible, but the tools of human control are expanding at an exponential rate. Freedom is shrinking like an ice cube in hot soup. You as an individual are like that ice cube (We’ve had enough about cattle. If you must — your human rights are like a medium rare steak at a Brazilian BBQ).
When you find your first new country you will probably become their equivalent of a Smith — a common name, new to you.
With your ID from there …
Josh Morph