Might makes right

So. Marie, the arbiter of manliness in my life did not enjoy the response I made with all due tact to her entreaty on health care, so I will follow up

Frankly, I think to say that I fear for the fate of the country would not overstate the case. There has been a bloating of the federal government for the last 65 years, unabated by the party in power. The government has infiltrated every aspect of our lives, and as one would expect, the diminution of self-guided, self-controlled, and self-respecting action on the part of the stymied electorate is nearing completion.

In 1995 I said

“My freedom ends at the exact point where I am no longer allowed to injure myself by increasingly grotesque and painful ways”

I believe it more today than I did then, if only because it has stood up to the years intervening, and also because I have grown as a person since.

Rules outlining my comfort are not the same as freedom.

My freedom cannot be enhanced by government, and it is the thing I protect most jealously. I make decisions based on my situation, for myself and those about whom I care; these are things outside the province of the government as it was intended, and by any practical measure.

The government cannot know what I care about, they do not need to know, and if they asked, I would not tell them. The federal government has very specifically enumerated powers that are outlined clearly in the Constitution. The language contained therein is very clear, and if Benjamin Franklin could have had the foresight to know how far we would fall as individuals into the torpor of laziness, then I am sure it would have been even clearer.

Ben could not have imagined that individuals of this day would actually sit back and wait to get the doctorin’ that the government deigns to give, instead of taking care of themselves. It would not make sense in the mind of this great man to stand on the threshold of the paramount system of governance ever to grace the Earth, and look a scant two and a half centuries hence to find this country overrun with abysmal cunts, and the career politicians who use them to block up their own lifestyles.

Stupid.

If he could see where we are, he might not have bothered.

I cannot speak for anyone else, nor would I want to. If everyone wants to go down this road of despair, then trod on, your failure does not effect me, except in the ways that it does.

I am an individual, so are you. You should realize that. You are not a part of a collective; you are who you are, and nothing less. If you are a part of a group, it should be your choice to be so, and a sensible person would want to associate with groups that would enhance themselves, their standing, and the safety of their families.

I am not part of a voting bloc, as soon as I am that, then I am only 1/x, where x is the number shoved into that same box.

I am not my race, then my opinion matters only as the average of all members of that group, with whom I will necessarily disagree a preponderance of the time.

I cannot be a part of any group that seeks to change the very clear and excruciatingly documented language and intention of the constitution, because each step away, no matter the direction, removes us that same amount from the grace revealed once the stultifying influence of government is cast off.

So, yeah. I am a wimp.

I sit with my head in my hands, hoping beyond all good sense that we will weather a new age of The American Shithood. I know that the greatness of this county is ingrained into every citizen. We are not born for second-class status, and we will do what work is required to right the ship of state.

If not, I have me and mine to look out for.

I am prepared better than most.

I am not soft with leisure, unprepared in body and spirit.

I have a the skills necessary to stand up after the upcoming storm, look out on what is left, and make a life of it.

And…

I will laugh, because life is fucking FUN!

I will make art, because beauty sooths me in ways mere peace cannot.

I will sing, because, well, ya gotta try.

I will have sex at every reasonable opportunity, because I am an animal, and the comforting touch of human flesh is what we are here for, near as I can figure.

Wimp? If you must, but my goals are simple, and beyond the reach of the government, and at the very core of my being, where they belong

So. Marie, the arbiter of manliness in my life did not enjoy the response I made with all due tact to her entreaty on health care, so I will follow up

Frankly, I think to say that I fear for the fate of the country would not overstate the case. There has been a bloating of the federal government for the last 65 years, unabated by the party in power. The government has infiltrated every aspect of our lives, and as one would expect, the diminution of self-guided, self-controlled, and self-respecting action on the part of the stymied electorate is nearing completion.

In 1995 I said

“My freedom ends at the exact point where I am no longer allowed to injure myself by increasingly grotesque and painful ways”

I believe it more today than I did then, if only because it has stood up to the years intervening, and also because I have grown as a person since.

Rules outlining my comfort are not the same as freedom.

My freedom cannot be enhanced by government, and it is the thing I protect most jealously. I make decisions based on my situation, for myself and those about whom I care; these are things outside the province of the government as it was intended, and by any practical measure.

The government cannot know what I care about, they do not need to know, and if they asked, I would not tell them. The federal government has very specifically enumerated powers that are outlined clearly in the Constitution. The language contained therein is very clear, and if Benjamin Franklin could have had the foresight to know how far we would fall as individuals into the torpor of laziness, then I am sure it would have been even clearer.

Ben could not have imagined that individuals of this day would actually sit back and wait to get the doctorin’ that the government deigns to give, instead of taking care of themselves. It would not make sense in the mind of this great man to stand on the threshold of the paramount system of governance ever to grace the Earth, and look a scant two and a half centuries hence to find this country overrun with abysmal cunts, and the career politicians who use them to block up their own lifestyles.

Stupid.

If he could see where we are, he might not have bothered.

I cannot speak for anyone else, nor would I want to. If everyone wants to go down this road of despair, then trod on, your failure does not effect me, except in the ways that it does.

I am an individual, so are you. You should realize that. You are not a part of a collective; you are who you are, and nothing less. If you are a part of a group, it should be your choice to be so, and a sensible person would want to associate with groups that would enhance themselves, their standing, and the safety of their families.

I am not part of a voting bloc, as soon as I am that, then I am only 1/x, where x is the number shoved into that same box.

I am not my race, then my opinion matters only as the average of all members of that group, with whom I will necessarily disagree a preponderance of the time.

I cannot be a part of any group that seeks to change the very clear and excruciatingly documented language and intention of the constitution, because each step away, no matter the direction, removes us that same amount from the grace revealed once the stultifying influence of government is cast off.

So, yeah. I am a wimp.

I sit with my head in my hands, hoping beyond all good sense that we will weather a new age of The American Shithood. I know that the greatness of this county is ingrained into every citizen. We are not born for second-class status, and we will do what work is required to right the ship of state.

If not, I have me and mine to look out for.

I am prepared better than most.

I am not soft with leisure, unprepared in body and spirit.

I have a the skills necessary to stand up after the upcoming storm, look out on what is left, and make a life of it.

And…

I will laugh, because life is fucking FUN!

I will make art, because beauty sooths me in ways mere peace cannot.

I will sing, because, well, ya gotta try.

I will have sex at every reasonable opportunity, because I am an animal, and the comforting touch of human flesh is what we are here for, near as I can figure.

Wimp? If you must, but my goals are simple, and beyond the reach of the government, and at the very core of my being, where they belong

Marie asked me to post on the health care debate, sure as she was that I have an opinion. She is a dear friend, one I have known all of life.

Marie, and anyone else who knows me marginally well knows that I am a thinking person. I do not alter the mode of thought I apply to differing topics. My eye is cold and dusty, unblinking and scrutinous. If you ask me about a political topic, or how those jeans make your ass look, you can expect that the same, well-oiled wheels will turn. I have scrubbed my brain of tact to free these mechanisms.

An even bigger part of my brain is dedicated to self-preservation, as it is with all animals. A person with real interest in what I think could discern for themselves by looking at the 10th amendment to the constitution.

I will leave that where it lies because in the current environment of political discourse, I don’t feel like being called a racist, and I don’t feel like defending myself against such charges.

I am white. I am a man. What possible importance could my opinion have?

I think I will post pictures of flowers instead. [I just got back from the Dominican Republic]

See? Not a racist, please don’t picket my home