[sum-bod-ees woch-ing mee]: this was on the charts at the same time as “Thriller,” which was the last single from Michael Jackson’s famous album; both songs peaked in the US (“Thriller” at #4, “Somebody’s Watching Me” at #2) in March 1984. By that time, Jackson had been saturating the airwaves for over a year, but he was still red hot. Rockwell used him brilliantly, with Jackson carrying the chorus with just one line suited to his voice: “I always feel like somebody’s watching me.”
The House That God Has Forgotten Part 48: Freedom of speech.
Free speech in Sweden is defined as this:
“Yttrandefriheten omfattar en rätt för varje medborgare i Sverige att uttrycka sig i tal, skrift eller bild eller på annat sätt, som det uttrycks i regeringsformen. Myndigheter får inte i förväg pröva (censurera) om uttalandena är lämpliga eller bestraffa medborgare enbart för att de ogillar vissa uttalanden.”
Ok..so why am I so paranoid? I often ask myself this question. I at first make my blog private (which I noticed was a real pain in the ass for people to see) then I thought to myself… I do not mention any names, I say noting about the security of where I work, and in all essence I do not say where I work. IT is YOU the reader who define if you feel I am talking about you, or maybe I am just talking about things in general.
You never know… you are not in my head when I write this to be honest. I do not sit here and think “I am going to write about this person today” it all comes with the flow. I start writing and the words come out on the page. Nothing more, nothing less.
I feel like I take up some important issues that are never discussed. Suicide, working conditions, daily life as a prison guard and the relations we have to each other and our bosses.
I like it when people come up to me and give me a thumbs up. I love it when people tell me that they read my blog, or like my posts on Facebook. It makes me happy. Not to boost my ego, but more so that my thoughts give perhaps people a new way of looking at someone or somethings.
There are a lot of things I do not understand and I look to verbally try to understand. Sometimes when I read protocols to meetings I have no idea what on Earth they are talking about (is this just me, the language barrier perhaps?) I read it like 3 times and still do not really get what they are talking about.
They tell us to read these things, but they are vague and cryptic. It is like someone not being there at the meeting and missing the nuance of what is going on. The facial features of the person talking, the look on the faces of the people sitting there.
I always have a dream that they have secret meetings about us. That they know who is who and who is a “problem child” (I am almost one hundred precent sure that I have come up.)
“Calandra has done this again” “Her co workers see her as this” “She is writing that blog that people are reading” “She is mentally ill, perhaps this is why”
Me who said I am going to leave the union and keep my head own and not cause any trouble goes ahead and starts writing a blog. SMART. I have my moments where I do not think so clearly. *wink*
So if you are in a union and need to help me out, and the offer is for free let me know.
If you support this blog and what I do, feel free to push “like” on this post so I know that I have your support in what I do and that…
“No you should not stop doing what you are doing!”
Not for my ego… but instead to show me you ARE READING this and that you think freedom of speech is important.
I want to keep on writing… but I cannot do it without feeling like I am giving something back to you!
I will keep this short and simple.
I know somebody is watching me. The question is.
“Are you watching me too?”
Push “like” if you are. No one can judge you for expressing your freedom of speech and neither can they mine.