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“Every tyrant must begin by claiming to have what his victims respect and to give what they want. The worst of all public dangers is the committee of public safety.”
— C.S. Lewis

In 2025, we are being told, once again, that it is for our own good.

We are told to obey the experts. To trust the committees. To believe that restrictions are signs of enlightened governance. But history tells another story: one where the language of safety becomes the camouflage of control. Where fear is not conquered but cultivated. And where God is replaced, not with reason, but with rulers.

We have seen governments lock us down, isolate the elderly, muzzle dissent, and silence the young — not with reasoned debate, but with edicts. Under the guise of public safety, we are being reshaped. Social cohesion is no longer built around families, churches, or communities — but around bureaucracies, panels, and platforms.

This is not safety. This is sedation.When Governments Say ‘It’s For Your Own Good. ' rest assured, it is probably not. 

The sea doesn’t warn you. It doesn’t care who you are, what rank you hold, or how well you swim. In 1945, Edgar Harrell -  a young Marine aboard the USS Indianapolis -  found himself tossed into an ocean of blood, oil, and sharks.

Five days he floated. No food. No water. Just faith. When I saw the image of that ship heading into the mouth of a great white -  part nightmare, part truth -  I thought of him.

I thought of two boys on surfboards who once saved my life. And I thought of how, in a world gripped by fear, someone must still call out: look at the sky, stay on your back, breathe -  help is coming.

I had never heard of Edgar Harrell. His name, like so many from the past, drifted quietly beneath the surface of history -  until one day, a video clip pulled him into my world.

In it, an elderly man calmly recounts a nightmare: five days adrift in shark-infested waters after the USS Indianapolis was torpedoed on the 30th of July, 1945.

His voice is steady, but the story is harrowing.

After delivering components for the atomic bombs, the ship was torpedoed by a Japanese submarine. Hundreds of his shipmates were killed ... not by the explosion, but by sharks.