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The Appeal of Tyranny

Let’s face it, freedom isn’t easy.  Being responsible for your own decisions means you’re responsible for the consequences, good or bad, of those decisions.  It means that not only can you have a great life because you made good decisions, but also that you can have a horrible life when you make bad decisions.  The freedom to be rich is also the freedom to starve.  The freedom to choose is also the freedom to choose poorly.

Tyranny, on the other hand, makes life simpler for the average person.  How much easier is life when someone else makes the decision and, for the most part, shields you from bad consequences?  That is the seductive nature of tyranny.  Just give in, let someone else make the decision, and they’ll take care of everything.  No need to worry about where the next meal is going to come from when all you have to do is pledge allegiance to Caesar and he will make sure there are bread and circuses.  Why worry about starting a business when you can just espouse your love and admiration of Dear Leader and he’ll make sure that there’s a factory built so you have a good job, an apartment, and a clinic to take your children to?  Why get a job and work so hard, when you can just vote for politicians who will keep those sweet, sweet welfare checks, either personal or corporate, coming and not ask any questions about how you spend the money?  All you have to do is be a reliable voting block for one party or another, and they’ll make sure you don’t have to live with the consequences of your bad choices, even if they have to limit what you can choose in the first place.

In the most seductive and dangerous form of tyranny, you still have the illusion of freedom; the government just gets to define which decisions you still have the freedom to make, and which options you are still allowed to choose.  Sure, you can choose which foods to eat, as long as the government decides that they are ‘pure’ enough for your palate, or if they’re healthy enough for you to imbibe.  You can still make decisions about your child’s education, so long as it’s at a government approved program.  You can feel secure in your home, the government just needs your young people to go fight wars in far-off lands for murky reasons without having to check with you first, and they’ll also need you to submit to new surveillance and searches in order to do get that done for you.  Heck, they’ll even let you decide which websites to view, they’ll just assert a power to monitor what you’re looking at, who you’re communicating with, and what you’re talking about.  Don’t worry about how they’ll use the information, just take a little more soma and enjoy your simple, easy life.

The trade-off, of course, is that you give up a lot in order to have your needs taken care of.  A government that gives you everything not only has the ability to take away everything, but also has the ability to limit what you can do and dictate what you must do.  A government that gives you free food and healthcare will eventually start to dictate what you can and can’t eat, or what you can and can’t get taken care of at the doctor.  A government that funds business picks and chooses which companies survive, as well as the technologies and business methods that are allowed to happen, decides who succeeds and who doesn’t**.  A government that feels it should control information and what is said in the public square will use its power to try to intimidate and silence critics.

And let’s recognize something here:  Few tyrants see themselves as tyrannical, and tyranny rarely happens overnight. I honestly believe that almost every authoritarian has the best interests of the rest of humanity in their hearts when they start restricting the freedoms of others.  They just have a warped perspective on what’s good and right for humanity.  Even if the current leadership isn’t that bad, or heck even if they’re philosopher kings that wouldn’t think of violating our freedom, if you give them powers now with a gentleman’s agreement that they won’t abuse them, even if they abide by that promise, who’s to say that someone in 10, 50, or 100 years from now won’t use them as a tool to carve away freedom?  We have to be careful what power we give good people, because eventually bad people are going to have that power.

This is one of the reasons that I continually remind my kids that no one owes them anything.  Above and beyond the value of being self-sufficient, it teaches them to not get into that dangerous comfort zone where a little help from Uncle Sugar becomes a little more, then a little more, then eventually they find themselves in a cage, gilded or not.*  I’m setting them up for a harder life, but hopefully it’ll be a better one.  Like the ants in the fable, the grasshoppers are going to call them fools for working so hard when the necessities of life are free for the asking.  What I want my kids to know is that these things aren’t really free, (someone has to pay for them, usually the other ants) and that the sweet honey might just be a sticky trap waiting to spring.  If only more people would recognize the danger of tyranny in the siren song of dependency, we might be able to choose to have a freer, better world.

*Yes, I understand that I’m also in that gilded cage.  My responsibility to the next generation is to help them see the cage, give them the tools to make sure the door isn’t shut and locked on them, and maybe dismantle the cage a bit.

**Edited to make this an actual sentence.  I swear, I truly did pass English 101.

Thoughts on the Day

  • I need to install cameras around here just so I know what goes on around here while I’m at work.
    • Bluegrass is favoring one of her front paws, and has grass stains on her rump and her forehead.  She isn’t cooperating with investigators.
  • Quote of the day – “Son, you opened this can of whoop-ass.  I’m just here to make sure you take a nice long drink from it.”
  • Note to salesman – It does not bode well for your continued relationship with me when you make a point to mention and discuss the amount of caffeine-laden liquid I am consuming.
  • How my afternoon went –
    • Hmmm, how do you do this?  Well, let’s try the easy and safe way.
    • Nope that didn’t work.  Let’s try the slightly more difficult and a tad more risky method.
    • Nope, not that one either.  OK, let’s try the overly complicated and insanely dangerous way to do it.
    • Well, what do you know, that worked like a champ.
    • I can never let anyone who doesn’t absolutely know what they’re doing attempt this.  I owe that much to the stock holders.
  • Don’t tell me I can’t brace and level something.  Given enough creek rock, lumber, and decking screws, I can make anything work.
  • Of course I didn’t notice that the sump pump won’t shut itself off automatically when it trips.  That would have required being smart and checking it a couple of months before the rainy season.
    • Oh well, it’s not the first time I’ve had to get up every four hours to check on machinery.

Today’s Earworm

 

BTW, Irish Woman can testify that this is not a song you want your young child to be singing back to you on the way to school.  Darn Rock’n’Roll is rotting the youth of America.

Thoughts on the Weekend

  • Of course there was a construction zone with a backup between me and the birthday cake when I went to pick it up at the last minute yesterday.  What fun is there in being sane and calm when you get to the party?
  • 15 children, about 15 adults, 15 pizzas, 60 cupcakes, 1 large birthday cake, assorted fruit, and two cases of soda and water means I have leftovers coming out of my ears.
  • We did help one father discover something healthy that his son would eat – strawberries.  Lots and lots of strawberries.
  • Hottest food at the birthday party?  Surprisingly, it was bananas.
  • Unfortunately, the weather did not cooperate.
    • In February, when we booked an outdoor pavilion next to the splash park, we thought it would be hot by now.
    • Instead, it was foggy, breezy, and chilly.
  • Progress on the new tiered tomato and pepper beds is coming along nicely.
    • If the weather cooperates, we should be planting the garden next weekend or the weekend after.
  • A few weeks ago, I bought a $500 gift card to my lumber yard so that we could try to stay on budget with our projects.
    • It now has $12 on it.
    • I’m pretty sure I have all the materials I need to finish the garden beds, but will need to spend more on the fence and other stuff.
  • The price of gas here has gone down about 40 cents a gallon since the Kentucky Derby.
    • Of course, if you ask the owners of the chain gas stations, that had nothing to do with it.
  • I either need to quit working in the yard so much or stop working in the yard at all.
    • I hurt in places I had forgotten I even had.
  • Man hath no love like a Siamese cat who thinks she might be getting bits of fried chicken.
  • Moonshine is officially trained.  He slipped out of his collar this morning on the way back to the dog area, and he obediently ran to the gate, sat down, and waited for Bluegrass and me to catch up.
    • Now if I can just get him to stop eating everything made out of rubber.

Today’s Earworm

Blogs Roundup

  • Borepatch does an excellent job in explaining that no matter how often or hard they try, the government just can’t keep freely available information from being free to propagate itself to the far corners of the world once it’s let loose.
  • Couldn’t have said it better myself, Crush.
  • Stephen is one heck of a good man.
  • I wish I’d written this.
  • Holly Chism has a new book out, “The Last Pendragon“.  It’s a real page turner, and I pretty much read it in one sitting.  She has a couple of sample chapters up, but the whole book is definitely worth the price of admission. I’m working a real review, but in the mean time, go on over and have a look.
  • Carteach reminds me that I need to get Girlie Bear and me into an Appleseed clinic.
  • NancyR is holding an event to get young shooters and their families into shooting.  It’s an excellent idea.  I’ll have to see what I can do to steal the idea from her.

Quote of the Day

A man who stands for nothing will fall for anything.  — Malcolm X

Thoughts on the Day

  • Irish Woman commented tonight on how Moonshine has had an attitude with her lately.  I commented that if she had me castrated like she did the dog, then I’d be a bit ornery too.
  • I’m so proud of my wife.  While she was checking out at the grocery store, a man decided to stop cussing out his wife in some foreign tongue long enough to start cussing out my wife in that foreign tongue.  She decided to give him a small piece of her mind.  Quoth the Irish Woman – “Here in Kentucky, when our husbands act like that, we call them assholes.  Welcome to America!”.
  • You know, when you call a pizza place and try to order 15 pizzas to be picked up the next day, you shouldn’t be given attitude over it.
    • Luckily for me, I live in one of those rare localities that has more than one pizza restaurant in it.
  • If my back yard gets any swampier, I’m going to have to start checking for pythons and alligators.
  • Moonshine ate the end of our new garden hose today.  I momentarily thought about using his hide to patch it.

News Roundup

  • From the “Eye In The Sky” Department – The ACLU is suing the LAPD again, but this time it doesn’t have to do with nightsticks, flashlights, and car chases.  In this case, the ACLU wants to know the process by which the police put the automobiles of citizens into a list of targets for its “Automatic License Plate Reader” system.  What basically happens is that cameras connected to computers are placed on objects such as traffic lights and street signs, and they automatically examine every license plate that goes by them.  If the license plate is on a “hot list” of targets, data such as time and location are recorded for later retrieval by the police.  Police say that the system is essential in situations such as an AMBER alert for missing children, but won’t say what the criteria is for putting someone on the list, how police decide to take them off, and what non-police oversight is exercised on the system.  Police also say they use the system to track the movements of convicted sex offenders, even though they may not be under investigation for any current crime.  As disgusting as I find sex offenders, I have an issue with the state spending money to create a system that can not only track sex offenders, but could also be easily abused to track the whereabouts of any citizen they decide they need to keep tabs on.  There may be benefits to such a system in an emergency, but it shouldn’t be a dragnet.  Unless there are controls in place to minimize abuse, then it shouldn’t be used, and the controls should be transparent to the rest of us.
  • From the “Mutton, Honey” Department – A university in Canada is trying to sell off 300 head of sheep from its research facility in one lot. Apparently, the cost of maintaining the herd is too much for the school after budget cuts, and they want the herd to stay intact.  Well, they want to sell them all at once.  Staying intact probably isn’t going to happen, because about two hours after I bought 300 sheep, a good number of them would be working their way through a facility to separate their fuzzy bits from their edible bits.  Too bad it’s such a pain to move livestock across the border, because I haven’t had good lamb in a long time.  Remember kids, Easter lambs make good Memorial Day dinners.
  • From the “Butt Above the Grass” Department – A cemetery in Massachusetts has rejected a headstone inscription that included profanity.  It seems that using a four letter word on your grave marker might offend someone in the grave yard.  Profanity in public is frowned upon in our Puritan society.  This is why I learned to swear in multiple languages.  It’s amazing how you can mutter to yourself in Russian or Serb, and no-one calls HR.  Plus, let’s be honest, English is probably lucky to be in the top 10 list of languages when it comes to swearing.  Some languages make it an art form.  Who would do a better job cussing someone out, an Italian from Boston or her cousin from Naples?  
  • From the “Oopsie” Department – The National Health Service in Britain has had 750 “never” incidents in the past four years.  These incidents, such as doctors leaving instruments inside a patient or operating on the wrong body part, are ones that should “never” happen.  One of the more shocking was a rather high number of cases where a feeding tube was inserted into the patient’s lungs, which I can’t imagine is a very healthy thing at all.  I wonder how the statistics for American hospitals looks?  By the way, it is never a good idea to read a book on methods for improving hospital and medical safety just before going in for inpatient surgery.  Irish Woman worked for a company that worked on digitization of medical records and radiology a few years ago, and they handed out just such a book to their employees, and I gave it a read.  It was absolutely fascinating, but not a good thing to have on your mind when you’re putting on the backwards gown and a surgical beret.
  • From the “Fake Firewater” Department – Officials in Russia recently raided a warehouse that contained 300,000 bottles of counterfeit vodka, cognac, and wine.  Instead of name brand hooch, the bottles were filled with what amounted to moonshine.  Food purity and false labeling are one of the few areas where I believe that a little government oversight, within reason, is not a bad thing.  Imagine buying what you think is a good bottle of cognac, then waking up blind because it contained methanol.  For the most part, I stayed away from alcohol when I was in Russia, with the exception of the occasional tipple at the Liberty Bar in the embassy.  It was the height of the Yeltsin period, there were daily reports of tainted vodka or whatever in the newspapers, and let’s be honest, I’m not the sharpest tack in the box when I start drinking.  Trust me, you don’t want the inhibitions that keep me wrapped up nice and neat to peel away like a belly dancer doing the dance of 1000 veils.  It’s not pretty, and it causes me to have to apologize to scores of people.
  • From the “Thumb in the Eye” Department – The final piece of One World Trade Center has been put in place, making the skyscraper officially 1776 feet in height.  It’s been over 11 years since 9/11, and while the skyline on Manhattan will never be the same, this building helps to fill the gap.  I think it should be looked at as a big middle finger pointed toward the Middle East.  All it’s missing is a head on a pike at its pinnacle. 
  • From the “Justice” Department – A man who ran from a traffic stop in Florida the other night was arrested at a local hospital after he went there seeking treatment for wounds he got when he was attacked by an alligator.  Apparently as Mookie was giving the boys in blue a slip, a reptilian citizen decided to intervene and took a chunk out of his face, arm, and armpit.  No word yet on whether the alligator will be rewarded for doing his civic duty, but I for one hope that he gets his due, hopefully in the form of a certificate and a flock of plump chickens.

Thoughts on the Day

  • At the doctor’s office today, the tongue depressors tasted like snozberries.
    • Whoever thought to flavor doctor’s instruments for kids should be given a Nobel Prize.
      • The President has one he’s not using.  I’m sure he could be persuaded to part with it.
  • The doctor was shocked at the difference between how Boo is now compared to how he was when we first went to her practice 18 months ago.
    • Intense speech and occupational therapy, along with full-time preschool in an environment that’s designed for kids with learning problems, has cleared up just about all of his issues.
    • It weren’t cheap, but it were worth it.
  • My project-management skills were tested today, but were not found wanting.
    • Go ahead, throw murky, almost unintelligible tasks at me, including things that I’ve never done before, and to be honest scare the daylights out of me, and I will have them scheduled in time to get out to my truck before it starts raining.
    • Fastest project plan and change control in the west.
  • The Louisville Friends of the NRA banquet is going to happen on September 7.
    • More details to follow, but if anyone wants banquet tickets or tickets for the AR-15 we’re holding a drawing for in June, let me know.
  • Quoth the Irish Woman – “Don’t you already have an AR-15?”
    • My reply was “You can never have too many!”
  • To the guy who yelled “NRA sucks!” at me when you saw the sticker on my truck’s rear window during a traffic light tonight, I will always treasure the look on your face when I replied with “I wish your mom had!”.