Thought you would enjoy
reading this. I think you are no longer a lone voice in the wilderness…
The following from LewRockwell.com, 2/14/09:
To Alter or Abolish
by David Bardallis
Note: The following letter was found left behind at a local drinking establishment;
the authors' identity is unknown. It is passed along without comment.
"That whenever any form of government becomes destructive of [life,
liberty, and the pursuit of happiness], it is the right of the people to alter
or abolish it…" ~ Declaration of Independence of the American Colonies,
1776
Dear Federal Government,
Drop dead.
Excuse us. Some may consider such bluntness to be indecorous, but why beat
around the bush? In any case, we've been around this bush (Bush?) too many
times to count already. It's time to let you know what we really think of you,
what we say behind your back, what we whisper to each other when you leave the
room.
We hate you. We want you to drop dead. Or, anyway, to go away and never come
back. You are not welcome anymore. We have tolerated you – and we emphasize
"tolerated" – for a long time, long after whatever romance there may
have been was gone. We can pretend no more. You are disgraceful, boorish,
nauseating, corrupt, shameful, arrogant, dishonest, self-serving, parasitic,
disgusting, hypocritical, and rotten to the core. You have not even one
redeeming quality. There is nothing you offer that we want any longer. We're
not even sure what it is we ever saw in you to begin with.
We suppose you can be forgiven if this letter comes as a shock.
"Why," you say, "what do you mean? I still command great respect
and inspire widespread adulation. And I still care about you. Isn't it
obvious?"
It's true that, in public, we often nod our heads and agree with you, even
defer or appear to defer to you. But we assure you that this happens not out of
respect; rather, it arises merely from the fact that you have a lot of guns and
a bad temper. Inside, we are seething and resentful. Inside, we imagine your
demise in the most vivid and gratifying of ways. We may fear your irrational
and violent behavior, but we manifestly do not respect or agree with you. We
don't love you. We don't even like you. (See the part about hate, above.)
At any rate, our revulsion toward you has finally come to outweigh any fear we
have of you. We refuse to keep our real feelings in for even one more second.
We want you gone from our lives. And we mean completely. Vamoose. Go. Die.
Please understand we aren't here to argue. No special new subsidy, tax break,
or privileged "loophole" is going to sway our opinion or make us
change our minds about this. We've been there, done that, for too many decades
to count now. Likewise, your threats are starting to make us yawn and even
laugh. You see, we know all your tricks now. We can see through your lies
because we've heard them all so many times before. We are fully aware of your
true nature, and we see that that nature is radioactive evil, wrapped in a
tattered blanket of ignorance, foolishness, and stupidity.
Look, we know it's only a matter of time anyway. Your dimwittedness, greed,
fraudulence, and moral bankruptcy are finally starting to catch up to you. Even
your former employees admit as much. Do you remember Paul Craig Roberts, one of
your past Treasury officials? Today he says of your latest economy-wrecking and
warmongering efforts:
"The world has never seen such total mindlessness. Napoleon's and
Hitler's marches into Russia were rational acts compared to the mindless idiocy
of the United States government."
Mindless idiocy: We could not have said it better ourselves. Wait, yes, we
could have, because we would have also mentioned your meanness and malevolence.
Our state governments are starting to feel the same way about you that we do. Many
are openly refusing to obey your so-called "REAL ID" attempt at
creating a national "your papers, please" regime of Hitlerian
proportions. Some are even starting to make noises about the Tenth Amendment,
which reiterates that you aren't allowed to just do anything you feel like
doing. (We are not big fans of our state governments either, but at least they
don't start wars, counterfeit our money, and prop up tyrannies across the
globe.)
You see? Look in the mirror for once. The emperor not only hasn't got any
clothes, he's a quadruple amputee demanding that everyone admire his muscular
physique. We don't know whether to laugh at or feel pity for such a pathetic
creature.
In conclusion and just so we're clear: We're done. Pack up and get out. Better
yet, don't pack – all that stuff belongs to us in the first place. Just get
out. And when you finally, mercifully, do kick the bucket, please make sure it
is in some place far away from us, where we won't have to smell the stench of
your hideous, rotting corpse.
Signed,
Every Normal Human Being in America and the Rest of the World
February 14, 2009