Subtitle: Those who love a free lunch eventually get the hammer from the State.
Date: Thursday, February 12, 2026
Location: A Safe House in Gori, Georgia
1. The Goodwill (The Deal)
At first, it was just him. The cheese-colored one. A charmer. He just sat on a stone in the corner of my yard, the one that caught the most sun, staring at me with indifference. I liked that Distance. I’m an exile hiding in Gori; he’s an exile of the streets. We respected each other’s solitude. I threw him leftover chicken nuggets; he paid me back by eating the rats and bugs. It was a perfect deal. Not Charity, but Reciprocity. No debts. No strings. He got the kill; I got the peace. We kept our stations. He stayed over the wall; I stayed behind the door. The boundary was clear, and that made us equals.
2. The Dependency Trap (Tyranny is Born)
Tragedy always sprouts from ‘Familiarity’. He mistook my mood for ‘Safety’. He started rubbing against my legs. Waiting for me since dawn. Running to me from blocks away. At first, I was grateful. Then, I got annoyed. If I didn’t drop a nugget, he screamed.
Goodwill repeated becomes a Right. Then the friends started showing up. Two, then three. He brought the whole damn ‘Family’. They stopped reading the room. My yard became their banquet hall. Their shrieks tore the night apart. “Give us more. You’re the nice guy. We’re hungry.”
That’s when it hit me. We always blame the dictator. History taught us that. But maybe it’s the citizens who turn a king into a tyrant. Lean too hard on goodwill, scream for more, and you force his hand. The history books of Gori’s cats might record me as a monster.
But let’s get one thing straight: I was the victim here.
3. The Crackdown (The Water Cure)
Evening came. The meowing started. I filled two cups with cold water. This is a war for sovereignty. I am reclaiming my right to silence. I opened the door. They thought dinner was served. Tails up, sleepy eyes, crawling over like they owned the place. I didn’t hesitate.
Splash.
The cold water soaked their fur. Screams erupted. They scattered into the dark like roaches. The cheese-colored one paused on the wall, shaking off the water, looking back at me. His eyes screamed ‘Betrayal’ and ‘Resentment’. “How could you do this to me?”
That’s my line, pal. “We were good. You ruined it. You should have known your place.” A benevolent king turns tyrant in a heartbeat. It all depends on the attitude of the ‘beneficiary’.
4. The State as Feeder (The Cat Mom)
Cigarette smoke climbs the wall. Those cats didn’t know the chicken nuggets weren’t a contract. They got addicted to my kindness. They forgot how to hunt. They just clung to my door.
The result? They lost their warm stone. They got a winter shower. They were exiled. I see the State and the Citizen right here. Citizens are stray cats. The State sprinkles sugar—welfare, subsidies, basic income—to tame them. The citizens think it’s free. They gather round. “The State will protect me. The State is my friend.”
Wrong. The State is not your friend. The State is a Cat Mom. The Cat Mom starts kind. She feeds you. She talks sweet. “Poor things. I’ll take care of you.” The cats relax. Hunting is hard; the bowl is easy. Their claws go dull. They forget the wild. The citizen is tamed.
But the moment you shit on the Cat Mom’s porch, the moment you scream all night? Crackdown. “You’re too loud,” she says, annoyed. The cats are confused. The Cat Mom doesn’t explain. She just dumps a bucket of water on the citizens gathered at her door. Then she leaves to find a new batch of strays, far away from her own house, to tame all over again.
5. The Trap of Goodwill
There are fools who believe the State begins with “Goodwill.”
“The State exists to protect the citizen. It’s a Social Contract. We surrender a slice of freedom, and the State keeps us safe.”
Bullshit. Citizens pay taxes; the State paves roads and keeps the peace. That’s the deal. Nothing more, nothing less. But the State never stops there. Under the banner of “This is for your own good,” it starts managing your life.
- You can’t take care of your health? 👉 Mandatory Health Insurance.
- You can’t save for old age? 👉 Mandatory Pension.
- You can’t think for yourself? 👉 Restricted Speech.
- You don’t earn enough? 👉 Universal Basic Income.
And so, the citizen is tamed. Why stay healthy? The State will fix me. Why save money? The State will feed me. Why think? The State already decided what’s “harmful.” You lose the sensation of living your own life. You float between the wild and civilization, waiting for your ration.
Then one day, the State asks: “Why are you so useless? You can’t do anything alone? You cost too much!” That’s when the baton comes out. “You are obsolete. You just burn tax money. The pension fund is dry. There are too many of you. We need to cut back.”
Welfare becomes irregular. Rations shrink. Citizens rush to put on their own collars, desperate to prove loyalty to the Government and Parliament. Everyone is busy praising how great the system is. Neighbors watch neighbors. They report each other to the “Democratic Patrol” to steal a scrap of food. The media rot long ago. After a crisis or two, the journalists were the first to join the state-sponsored unions. The people lost the power to feed themselves.
Democracy is no longer maintained by the people, but by the Government, for the Government.
6.Dependency is Slavery
Let’s cut to the chase. Cats, democratic citizens—it’s all the same.
To depend is to be ruled.
The moment you can’t stand on your own feet, you become someone’s slave. His hand might hold food today, but it holds a hammer tomorrow. Giving those cats chicken nuggets was an act of goodwill. But the moment they got addicted to it, I became their Master. I gained the power to decide when they ate, how much they ate, and who ate. And when they crossed me? They got the water cure. Not because I’m a tyrant. Because they were a “Mob” that invited their own misery.
The State is no different. It promises care. But if you demand “Take care of me,” you invite tyranny. “More welfare! More regulation! Punish the bad guys!” Every time a citizen screams these words, the State grows fatter. And suddenly, the State becomes a monster you can’t kill.
7. The Anarchist Principle
Freedom isn’t “Nobody helps you.” Freedom is “Not relying on help.” Beware the man who promises, “Come to me, I’ll treat you right. Follow me, you’ll get rich.” Judge for yourself. Use them if you must. But never, ever depend on them. History teaches us that a good, quiet people suffer under a tyrant. Wrong. The Mob creates the Tyrant. A foolish people create a foolish Parliament. You can’t have a great people and a stupid government. That’s a lie. This is the hidden truth of Democracy.
Conclusion: The Day of the Wild Cat
The day the people can stand alone, survive alone—that is the day the State bows its head to collect taxes. If the people rely on the State, the State has no reason to be competent. The moment every citizen becomes a Wild Cat, the greatest government is born.
[Author’s Note]
Idealists praise poverty. Why? Because they are actually rich, but feels empty. They believe poverty holds some hidden meaning. He thinks it will be different because it is something he has not experienced. Realists praise freedom. Why? Because they are actually comfortable, but enslaved. They believe freedom holds the meaning they lost. Maybe these cats are just that concept to me.
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