Freedom is not Determined by Borders

It is February 25. Welcome to yestohellwith.com.

Let me tell you something.

I live in a small town in Mexico. Seven to ten thousand people.And I rarely see the police.

Not because there is chaos.Not because there is fear.But because there is life.

People live.

Children walk to school in uniforms. Families fill the streets. Generations live under one roof. Christmas? The houses overflow. Birthdays? Packed. Community is not a program — it is a way of being.

I leave my bike unlocked wherever I go. It’s there when I return.

No one asks for permission to exist.

You see six people on a motorcycle — no helmets. A father balancing a baby between his arms. Ten-year-olds delivering food on scooters. Men walking the boardwalk at sunset with open beers in their hands. Street vendors selling what they made that morning. Restaurants that would never survive a week under U.S. regulatory codes — yet people eat, laugh, and go home nourished.

It is tranquil.It is unregulated.It is natural.

And here’s the point.

Most of these families earn the equivalent of $100 to $150 a week.Helmets are not a policy debate — they are an economic impossibility.Licensing fees are not administrative details — they are food for a child.

If you imposed the full regulatory weight of a heavily administered society here, you wouldn’t create safety.

You would create collapse.

Because freedom here is not ideological.It is practical.It is subconscious.It is cultural.

No one walks around asking, “Am I allowed?”They simply live.

Now, are there risks? Of course.Is it perfect? No place is.

But here is what is undeniable:

When permission is not the first instinct, dignity flourishes.

When regulation is not the reflex, responsibility becomes personal.

When family is the center, order does not need enforcement.

And perhaps the most striking thing of all —People are not obsessed with their freedom here.

They simply have it.

They are not debating rights.They are not filing compliance forms.They are not calculating regulatory exposure.

They are living.

Freedom does not always announce itself with constitutions and court cases.

Sometimes it looks like:

A grandmother cooking for thirty people in a concrete courtyard.A father riding home at dusk with his child on a motorcycle.A vendor selling mango slices with chili powder from a cart.A sunset on the ocean with laughter and no one asking for permission to hold a drink in their hand.

Freedom can be expensive.

But sometimes —Freedom is simply the absence of intrusion.

And that, my friends,Is a blessing too many no longer recognize.

May truth reign supreme

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