A few days ago there was a more responsible tenet in the air.
Today, I am to be taxed (threatened, even imprisoned) if I do not yield and pay not to manage my life, lifestyle and health choices—but those of strangers. All the choices I have made to extend and promote my vitality—rejection of addictions, monastic restraint to casual intimacy, moderation in food, excessive exercise, regular regimen of training, meditation, clarity of thought, balance of chemistry, hyper-literacy, imagination, cultivation of joy, embrace of healing sleep—are at once overthrown by disloyal, post-American ideologues (who, of course, don’t have to participate in the very scheme they’ve stamped on me—us, the people) who now demand I finance the curing of crippling syndromes and self-destructive lifestyles of the unwise and the appetites of the indulgent.
Am I my brother’s keeper? Yes, but by choice, not coercion.
And their math on this debacle is pure purposed deception. Anyone who has a basic, grade-school grasp of arithmetic can at once see the immediate potential for ruin on this forced and cryptic legislation. This law reads like code.
Virtually every decision of this brazen, disaffected administration is a debasement of capitalism, free market corrections, political balance, fiduciary accountability, punishment of predators, individualism, corporate responsibility, constitutional law, foreign relations, statesmanship and our republic—which it seems wholly obsessed with mutilating into some garish European doppelganger. We’ll soon be indistinguishable from now-crippled England.
Rarely has a democratic representative been more corrosive to the republic which he most emptily swore to defend.
Their nigh-absolute acquittal of the immoral, unethical and unlawful fiscal pirates in the banking industry alone should warrant their immediate removal from office.
I thought the last administration was bad, bordering on criminal, but this regime has trumped the excesses and injustices of the former authority by uncounted orders of magnitude.
You can literally use the word sinister now without fear of hyperbole.
Madness has become mantra.
The sun sets on a once-great republic.
Time to dust off the exit strategy v1.
God help us.
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