When Freedom Triggers the Conditioned

There’s a thrill that happens when you stumble across a conversation so aligned with your worldview, it feels like it cracked open the inside of your skull and mirrored your thoughts back at you with precision. That’s what happened when I watched the final episode, before maternity leave, of Candace featuring Ian Carroll. It wasn’t political in the typical tribal sense, it was surgical. They weren’t screaming at the symptoms. They were slicing into the system.

What hit hardest was the shared understanding between them that the real problem is the game itself. The manipulation of thought. The perversion of language. The gleaming illusion of choice inside a psychological chess match we didn’t consent to play. It’s all been engineered to keep people ignorant, divided, and endlessly triggered by headlines that serve as narcotics for emotional addicts. Watching two people calmly detonate that structure was exhilarating.

There's something about “ex-leftists” that makes their observations electric. It’s the rebirth and urgency. They need to dissect how they got duped. There’s a kind of sacred rage, raw, informed, and unapologetically curious. They become obsessive truth archaeologists. And if you’re still clinging to a political identity in 2025, I hate to break it to you, but you’re missing the bigger con.

That’s where my work has gone, truth-centered. That’s why I’ve launched a line of freedom-inspired T-shirts. Not patriotism-by-numbers or faux rebellion for clicks. I’m talking about soul-level sovereignty. A wearable “f*ck you” to the invisible leash.

What’s been fascinating is the way people react when I wear them. Most respond with knowing nods, quick smiles, eye contact that says, “Same here. I’m awake too.” In a colder world where disconnect reigns king, this acknowledgement is welcomed. But then there’s the other reaction, the scoff. The side-eye. The involuntary twitch of disdain from people who act like the word freedom is a personal attack.

Let that sink in: The concept of freedom is offensive now.

That’s how deep the programming goes. That’s how successful the mind war has been. We’re at a point where the call for personal sovereignty makes some people clutch their ideological pearls. And I get it. Freedom is threatened if your identity is tethered to your ignorance or if your sense of self is propped up by top-down narratives.

But I’m not here to play small to make fragile minds comfortable. I’m here to wear what I believe. Loudly. Visibly. Unapologetically.

Because the truth isn’t supposed to be palatable, it’s supposed to free you.

And if that offends you? Good.

My mouse pad may trigger those who forget- WE WERE BORN FREE.

Maybe it means you're finally starting to wake up.

PS This isn’t a sales pitch for my shirts. I had a renewed exhilaration about my designs, given a conversation that is emblematic of my philosophy.