Dear Uncle Sam,

I Traveler demand redemption from the captivity your kingdom has imposed upon me. I hate the tyranny of capitalism and resent the expectations imposed on us to serve its arbitrary ends. I refuse to expend my limited energy resources to the pursuit of your barbaric monetary deity. I will not bow to your god or lend my hands to his service. I am content to live off of the discarded crumbs of your subjects and the gratuity of sympathetic strangers for my labors of love, but I would prefer above all to completely sever my ties to your kingdom and live in harmony with Mother Earth, enjoying her gracious and generous bounty, but you in your greed and insatiable hunger for power continue to rape and pillage her, claiming possession of her and utilizing her rescourses to build your evil empire. I will not allow my identity to be defined by a label, title, or class that you assign to me. I do not give you permission to name me. I am not your property and I will not lend my time and energy to serve your arbitrary cause. I wish only to be a part of something organic and real, to work for a cause that I believe in and can see that my labor is not in vain. I will work to provide sustenance, safety, and comfort for those that I consider my family. I do not care about your kingdom and it’s mechanical pursuits and will not lend my limbs to be used as your tools, or my back for your yoke. Though you do not recognize my rights I will not be powerless, though you exile me I will not be dispossessed. I will wander into the land of Nod with the mark of Cain on my back and no hand shall smite me and my foot will not be dashed upon a stone.