Might makes right

What you have done is stumbled onto truth in an attempt to make your point.

Be careful here.

Scalia is right.

The constitution lines out 7 things the federal government can do, and the bill of rights draws with hard edges 10 things the government specifically cannot do.

The constitution is the longest standing document describing a system of government IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD. It is wonderful and has allowed this country to be the best and shining light, and target, and destination to most every free thinking individual anywhere you might find them.

No other document has raised the people under its purview to such heights as our constitution.

Humans are the same the world around. What keeps the workers slaving in the rice paddies in China, what causes them to revolt in France, what causes people allover the world to want to come here and be a part of this culture? It is not because the people here are different, it is because freedom, and the laws to define it are in place to create an environment where anyone can succeed, if they try.

This is not the case in most other places in the world.

We must protect the constitution from people who want to change it for their own gain. Whoever they are. The constitution was made intentionally hard to change because it meant something when it was written. It still means something for now, but with the lack of respect it has been shown for the last 50 years, it cannot last much longer as a beacon of hope to those oppressed masses all over the world who see the light it casts as hope for their own better future.

I recently was having a conversation. I answered a question freely and without malice aforethought. The problem with the answer that I gave is the stark and imposing fact that it in no way reflected either the truth of the situation, the way I felt about the situation or even the way I wanted to feel about it.

I recognized this feeling, there was nothing true about what I had said. There were a lot of words, and no veracity whatsoever, but there wasn’t any remorse, either. It was simply something that I had said, same as anything else, and I could have defended it with great aplomb, and probably convinced you and even myself that what I was saying was what I believed when it was so clearly not.

For the first time, I cocked my head to the side and said ‘That’s not true, what I just said there, none of that was true.’

I did not consider it a lie, and even now, by some miracle of indulgent justification I still do not. The question was not about facts, after all, there are facts, and there are facts, they cannot be brought into question. The question asked was about the process I was using to make a decision. This is far removed from any type of fact. This is, in fact, very personal and private, the very type of thing that I would feel fine keeping to myself. Justifying the desire to maintain a personal space around my thoughts would have been easy to do, but you should have heard what came out of my mouth. It was, for one thing, not a dodge of the question, something else at which I am the master. I answered the question in a well-reasoned, logical, straight-forward way that shared not one whit with the truth. These were the true and earnest thoughts of someone, but they were not mine, they just tumbled out of my mouth.

So there. I did that. I do that, that thing that I just described, I am admitting that that is something that I do. I say things that are not true when, or perhaps because they are more interesting that the things I really think.

So what? No one needs to know your thought process to know you, or whether they want to continue a relationship with you. Who could get hurt by that?

Lots of people. Myself included, but also people I cared about. I have recently read testimonials from people whom I have dated, and have had real feelings for, do not see me as a good time for a while in there life, and then the inevitable understanding that our pairing was inappropriate, but they saw me a real destructive force in their lives. I have checked the tapes, and there is no logic to it, but the spooky fact remains that I did plot and plan, and execute devious maneuvers in these cases, but you must believe me when I say there was NO WAY for them to know, because I was so clever hiding my feelings.

Now? Well, for one thing, I won’t be ‘lying’ about my ‘feelings’ anymore. Too much trouble, that, and really when I looked back at my history, all that was really being asked of me was permission to move closer.