is shorter and easier than Hayek imagined.
Voila, a ready-made, illiterate, disarmed nation of slaves all serving the "common good." Which, translated, means "them at the top what has the power," for you unlettered whole-language-taught high school graduates out there.
I suddenly realized today that I have never been so angry at the government of my country in my entire half-century-plus of life. And I was pretty damn angry at it during the Carter and Clinton administrations. But not angry enough to get a toter's permit, buy and sometimes carry guns, spend at least a little proficiency time at the range, and become a fervent 2A supporter. Well, I was already a fervent 2A supporter, so I became more fervent. But it took the election of a progressive who's proven that he's worse than Wilson to prompt all that.
It makes me sick to think how we've poisoned this country with the progressive European disease. As Slim Pickens so memorably put it in Blazing Saddles, "I am depressed."
And I'm unconvinced that petition drives, demonstrations, or calling or writing one's congresscritter is going to change the direction of the country sufficiently to save it. The party of Lincoln isn't interested in freeing the slaves anymore; sure, the GOP wants a budget so we don't spend ourselves off a cliff, but that's about protecting their phoney baloney jobs. Start talking about 2A rights and suddenly the mass of them don't want to talk to you anymore, other than in the most general terms.
The only demonstration that is going to truly change hearts and minds in Washington is going to consist of a few million angry citizens descending on the Capitol and hanging 535 people from the lampposts on their way northwest up Pennsylvania Avenue, before they get to the White House and empty that den of iniquity out, too. That's not something I'd welcome, I'm not advocating it by any stretch of the imagination, and if it happened I'd refrain from participating primarily out of a sense of horrified decency. [Unless, of course, the fuckers came after me and/or my own. But that goes without saying (or should).]
But I see it coming. Try to disarm us, Washington. Try to turn us into slaves. You will not like the dénouement.