Donald Trump is feeling optimistic about sitting down with Putin and Zelenskyy to work towards ending the war in Ukraine, suggesting that a meeting could happen soon even though where it’ll take place hasn’t been decided. His envoy, Steve Witkoff, just spent three hours in Moscow talking to Putin—apparently making “extremely productive” progress, though no details are out yet. US Secretary of State Marco Rubio admits there’s been some real movement in learning what Russia might accept to stop fighting, but there’s still a ton to be hammered out since Ukraine and Europe both need to sign off. Trump’s threatening tariffs if Russia doesn’t halt attacks by Friday, and Russia’s listening, but sanctions are still going ahead. Even though negotiations haven’t produced concrete achievements yet, leaders in Europe are agreeing that the war has to end, and everyone’s doubling down on their efforts, with another meeting between Trump and Putin planned soon, possibly followed by a bigger summit with Zelenskyy included.
All right, where do I even start with this? Look, I'm all for peace and not having wars and whatnot—as long as any agreement reached doesn’t inch us any closer to ridiculous draconian controls, especially here at home. My freedom means everything to me, and right now, freedom in the US is being squeezed from every angle: from environmentalist killjoys to speed-limit fanatics and bike-worshippers who want to shove their miserable mode of transport down everyone’s throat. If these international leaders want to make real progress, how about freeing us from our daily oppression first? Imagine a world where we can drive wherever we want, whenever we want, as fast as our engines can take us—without some government bureaucrat capping us at 60 or 70 like we’re toddlers in toy cars!
This is what disturbs me: politicians who sit in their fancy chairs, claiming they’re saving lives with speed limits and restrictions, when in fact they’re stifling the very soul of freedom. Every time you slap a new rule or lower a speed limit, you’re not protecting anyone—you’re turning beautiful open roads into a dull, lifeless treadmill. It’s control for the sake of control. I dream of a future where we’re free to floor it down the interstate, where the rhythm of the highway is the heartbeat of liberty, not a parade of meek cyclists and overcrowded, smelly, late buses.
As the big shots in Washington and Moscow shake hands and talk about peace, let’s not forget our own daily struggle for liberation on the roads. Speed limits? They’re a crime against humanity—a fascist tool, no less, to beat the spirit out of us. Tariffs and sanctions are one thing, but how about liberating us from the tyranny of slow-driving, traffic cameras, and bike lanes eating up our public space? If we want true peace, it starts with the freedom to drive—boldly, briskly, and unencumbered. That’s my summit, and it’s long overdue.