Government was already gobbling up our freedom seven years ago.
Yeahbut, yeahbut! If you never do anything wrong, why should you care if they’re watching you?
They watch us all the time, and we wonder why. Why do they need to have a record of who buys tobacco products? What business is it of theirs? Was it for this that we rose up against King George?
And if you think it’s only smokers that they’re spying on and writing up… think again.
The new all-purpose salutation is “Stay safe,” and I don’t much like it. I mean… how safe? One hundred percent risk-free?
If by “Stay safe” they mean be extraordinarily risk-averse, tremble in fear of germs here, germs there, germs everywhere, and always believe and obey The Government no matter how many times they’re caught lying and cheating–if that’s what “Stay safe” is getting at, I think the polite reply ought to be, “Thanks, but I’d rather stay free.”
If people are going to give up their freedoms, they ought at least be forced to think about it. (“Honest, we’ll give you back your freedom as soon as we can guarantee a germ-free environment–you have our word on it!”)
Meanwhile, they’re saying almost half of America is in favor of “vaccine passports”–that is, you lose your freedom of movement unless you can prove you’ve had your COVID shot. This is unprecedented in American history, uproariously unconstitutional–and you can bet Democrats are licking their lips over it and just can’t wait to lay it on us.
Freedom is easy to lose, but hard to get back.
“We’re from the government and we’re here to help!”
As so often happens with the nooze, I can’t find any follow-up so I don’t know how this EU government caper turned out. Maybe they changed their minds and didn’t do it, after all–grab the savings of some 500 million people and use it to “plug the gap” left by a financial crisis.
The point is, nothing that you think you have is really yours. It’s all theirs, to do with as they please. That’s why they’re now in the business of rigging elections: they don’t what us bitter clingers thinking that we count for something.
I was talking with a small business owner yesterday, who was sick at heart over the perversion and corruption of our national election, but couldn’t think of anything to be done about it.
Because, he said, to invalidate it, to overturn it, would unleash riots.
Well, yes, naturally he’s afraid. They might burn down his store. With him in it, maybe. But where does that lead us? To this: Whoever can stage the biggest and most violent riots owns the country.
That’s no future.
We are perilously close to losing our republic, losing our freedom, losing all our rights–because if you can steal elections, if you can dictate the outcome before the votes are cast, then you never have to worry about being voted out of office and you can do anything you please. You have a government based on a manufactured consent of the governed, and an end to accountability.
Are we willing to pay that price, in hopes that the rioters will leave us alone until the next time they take to the streets?
Uh… How about we send in a whole bunch of paddy wagons and scoop up the rioters and take them out of circulation for a good long time? How about we meet their lawless violence with the full force of the law?
We’ll soon see just who our leaders are more afraid of–rioters or citizens.
Is the White Witch going to win after all?
Britain’s police chief has warned that police will enter homes to break up Christmas gatherings: “If we think there’s large groups of people gathering where they shouldn’t be, then police will have to intervene” (https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/13041212/cops-will-enter-homes-break-up-christmas-lockdown-covid-rules/).
And Scotland has a bill in the legislature to impose “hate speech” rules on private conversations over the dinner table.
We have never been closer to losing all our freedoms than we are today.
This is happening all over the world, and every national leader whose name is not Donald Trump shows no interest at all in protecting personal liberty and normal life.
They’re treating COVID-19 as if it were the deadliest disease the world has ever known–which it most certainly is not–and using it as an excuse–along with imaginary Climate Change–to impose one restriction after another. All for our own good, of course. Because we don’t know what that is, and they do.
The police chief, a Mr. Jamieson, has warned that heavy-handed restrictions could lead to riots (but that’s okay: we all know King Virus leaves you alone if you’re in a mob rioting for whatever). “We are sitting on a time bomb of unrest,” says he. For some reason he thinks people might run out of patience, getting treated as mere livestock by their government. But “rules” are rules, he said, the police will have no choice but to “investigate Christmas gatherings.”
And so C.S. Lewis’ nightmare of “always winter but never Christmas,” described in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, shows signs of becoming literally true.
How far will we let this go? How much more will we take?
Globalists, you’re playing with fire. And I don’t think you know it.
So I went to the store yesterday to get some cigars; and all over the place were posted these notices with the headline, “By Order of the Governor.”
What? Had I blundered into a World War II movie set in occupied France? I’ve lived in this state all my life and up till now, never, never, never saw any sign that read, “By Order of the Governor.”
Achtung! Anyone failing to obey the orders of the Kommandant will be shot!
It’s all coronavirus horse-schiff, of course. You must wear your masks! You must stand six feet apart! You must obey all orders!
This is what happens when our bosses–I can’t bear to call them “leaders,” trying as hard as I can not to follow them–lose all fear of the people. Our country’s founders hoped to spare us that, but even their wisest constitutional provisions are no match for the acting out of Original Sin.
We need to give those office-holders back their fear. For as long as they despise us, they’ll abuse us.
We had another frustrating trip to the supermarket today. Now they’ve got these arrows taped to the floor, and you’re supposed to follow them. If you actually did that, it would take three or four times as long to buy your groceries, thanks to the need for constantly having to change your plans because of shortages.
So I was going the “wrong” way down the aisle, because what I wanted to buy was out of supply and I had to back up and look for a substitute, when some woman came along and sneered, “Hey, what about the arrows–old man?” This was so fantastically rude that I lost my temper and replied in Anglo-Saxon. She answered in kind.
I guess my grey hairs were showing, and somehow that gave her an entitlement to insult me. “Old.” As in stupid. As in worthy of disrespect. What do you want to bet, though, she’s going to vote for Joe Biden, who’s older than me and almost completely potty?
Oh, let’s all be good little soviets and follow the arrows on the floor!
No thanks. Bad enough we have to wear the masks and can’t buy rubbing alcohol. We don’t have to encourage tinpot tyrants.
