The Walls Are Ever Closing In
I was listening to the radio this morning on the way to work, where I earn a small fraction of my actual pay. The rest of what I work to produce is taken by my government to give to other people. I am given very little say in the matter. Recently, when the rate of “social security” confiscations was increased, my take home pay decreased by two hundred dollars per month. That is not an insignificant amount.
On the radio some lawyer or other connected with the state of New York was declaring the things that lawyers always declare. No, the new mandate handed down by the state would not increase litigation. No, no, the new mandate would not be troubling or troublesome for anyone. Yes, the new mandate was misunderstood when the edict was issued, and Lawyer Guy was here to explain it all away so that we, the little people, could rest assured that our all-powerful government is working hard to keep us safe from ourselves, safe from each other, and safe from the terrifying weight that is freedom of choice.
The mandate itself was something trivial — something to do with ordering schools not to discriminate in sports team selection against those with mental disabilities. “Title 9,” which has shut down many a sports team in the name of equity, was brought up. The lawyer shrugged it off. The state can do only good, as far as he was concerned. The concerns of the little people did not impress him.
How many thousands of pages of laws are already on the books? How many thousands more will be codified? When, WHEN will we stop and say that we are being pressed under countless legislative stones, countless laws, countless regulations? When is enough? Why must every aspect of our waking and sleeping lives — before, during, and after death — be controlled by people who are nothing more than some number of… us? What makes them so important? What gives them that power? What gives them that right, to so totally chain every portion of our reality?
We do not live in a free country. We live in a gulag — a prison in which some areas are slightly less controlled than others.
