Sunday, February 19, 2012

Beware the flying monkeys!

Remember those flying monkeys from the Wizard of Oz? Where would the Wicked Witch of the West be without them? That's right, nowhere.

That's what you must remember when dealing with "big brother". Worried about airport security molesting you? Don't bitch to Janet Napolitano, the TSA won't give her the message and they aren't going to give you her personal cell phone number.

Publicly demonstrate how government goons (no matter what the agency, no matter the level) are the mechanism of government intrusion and abuse of everyone's life.

Here's the deal. A lot of people will tell you that they're "just doing their jobs". Yes, that's true. However, there is only one employment sector in America where a man is lawfully required to remain on his job...and even then, entry into the military of this country is entirely voluntary.

Even if you are unaware of what your job requires of you before getting such a job, and you choose to take a job with government because you think you're going to "make a difference", you still have the right to quit. Military employment may require that you serve out your contract, but other than that, you decide if you want out.

Now let's look at specific jobs within government. IRS agents know before being hired that they work for an agency that has the specific goal of taxing people. Cops know that they are going to enforce laws penalizing people who engage in victimless activities that are criminalized by the state. Clerks at the court house know that they will have to accept money from people being forced under threat of violence and kidnapping, to provide money that allows the government to continue to extort money from others.

Imagine that there were some sort of law passed, in the name of "public safety", that required every man to cut off his left testicle and every woman to cut off her left breast, because everything that isn't right is simply wrong. Every TSA agent at the airport would be randomly sending people through body scanners to make sure the ladies only had one tit, and the guys only had one nut. Every patrol cop that stops someone for a random code infraction knows that he would be responsible for arresting people they discovered to be in the possession of more than one boob or ball. Every court clerk knows he would be responsible for shuffling the paperwork and fines people would have to provide when they've been found guilty of not cutting off their legally-mandated left-side junk.

Of course, the legislature is highly unlikely to mandate that I cut off one of my nuts...or is it? They have criminalized damned near everything else under the sun, claiming that it's for our "safety".

Last year, 3/4 of a million arrests were made for simple possession of marijuana...and keep in mind, that's a simple plant. A plant that our own federal government holds a patent on, regarding its use as a medicine.

If you, as a doctor, prescribe medication to Michael Jackson and happen to negligently kill him, you'll get four years in prison. If you, as a private citizen and purchaser of his music, happen to share that music with random strangers, you'll get five years in prison.

In the state of Texas, it is illegal to tint your front door windows to the point where they have a visible light transmission of less than 25%, because it is somehow "unsafe", as it cuts down on your ability to see out of those windows...unless, of course, you are a policeman who spends the majority of his taxpayer-funded time inside a patrol car and must observe what happens outside his windows as a primary function of his job.

In England, home of firearm regulations that are so restrictive that the national olympic shooting team literally has to fly out of the country to train because they are forbidden to handle weapons in their home country, any person that can afford a firearm noise suppressor and can speak clearly enough to ask for one can legally buy one over-the-counter at sporting goods stores. In America, where guns are traditionally an inherent factor of the freedom of this nation, one must submit to intensive criminal background checks, submit fingerprints to the FBI, and get a permission slip signed by the County Sheriff...before he is allowed to pay a tax that is almost as much as the suppressor itself. Procuring a suppressor without doing this may land you a ten year prison sentence. While the use of silencers and other devices regulated by the National Firearms Act in the commission of crimes are almost unheard of in the USA (just like they were prior to the passage of the National Firearms Act), granting people the ability to shoot without needing to wear hearing protection is outlawed on the off chance that someone might feel the need to go "007" on if it can't be done using $29 worth of materials and a bit of construction knowledge.

On my 18th birthday, my father took me to the post office so I could show my state-issued papers and render my life accessible to the state via our government's "Selective Service System". Also on that day, I purchased a box of Hav-A-Tampa Jewel Sweets (with the "Exclusive Birchwood Tip"), along with a state-issued lottery ticket. On that same day, I consumed alcoholic beverages for the first time, and did so legally in the accompaniment of my father. On that day, I was legally considered "old enough" to enter into a legally-binding contract...including the one I signed two months later where I provided my life on a platter, via a contract signed with the US Dept. of Defense, for four years of active duty and four years of inactive reserves with the US Marine Corps.

The state, as evident by the fact that their written statutes expressly allowed for it, deemed me old enough to purchase tobacco products and personally assume the risk of contracting cancer as a result. The state assumed that I was old enough to purchase a lottery ticket (or, for that matter, EVERY LOTTERY TICKET IN THE STORE if I could afford those thousands of dollars), and run the risk of losing every single dollar I spent. The state said I could ditch school. I could get sign a contract for everything from car notes, marriage, military enlistments, or anything else I wanted. I was considered legally mature enough to commit my life to the department of defense, for use as a bullet-stopper in a foreign war, if they felt a need to send me to one.

Now I'm allowed to risk my life and my finances in all manner of different ways, because I turned 18 and the law said I was "old enough" to make my mind up regarding my own life.

Except, of course, when I wasn't "old enough" to think for myself.

Here's a list of all the random stuff big government decided that I wasn't allowed to do at the age of 18 years old.

Buy a handgun.
Buy ammunition for my .22LR rifle, because it might be used in a handgun.
Buy a cold beer.
Drive down a public street without wearing a seatbelt.
Bet more than $10 per pot, unless I'm placing such a bet in a state-sanctioned lottery or bingo game.

The law allows me to sign my life away, get trained to kill people with automatic weapons, and get sent to a warzone where my friends have been shot at in anger. The law allows me to piss away every dollar I own, on lottery tickets. The law allows me to smoke cigarettes until my lungs collapse.

But I'll be damned if I can drive down the street without wearing a seat belt, because that might be dangerous!

When you see someone getting pulled over for some chickenshit "moving violation" that harmed no one, remember that. These cops are writing tickets to benefit a government who wrote such regulations "for our safety", all the while knowing damned good and well that they are doing nothing but generating revenue for the state and making us look like criminals for their own benefit. I say it is "for their own benefit" because, of course, their budget is dependent upon getting enough people cited and/or arrested for these crimes to ensure the maintenance of their annual budget...and without that budget, their jobs might be in jeopardy.

Every facet of government is involved. Everyone from the man who walks around with that gun on his waist telling you "you're going to jail, you can't do that!", down to the lowly little city clerk that takes your bail money, is complicit in the process...because anyone with half a brain knows it's nothing more than bullshit state-sanctioned theft.

Unless your political candidate is one of those "Hey, we need to scrap this department entirely" types, your vote doesn't mean jack shit. Even if he is, it ain't gonna matter that much, because he's going to likely be the one guy who opposes a majority of people who are profiting from the graft and corruption.

The only way this will ever change is if the minions responsible for the day-to-day operation of the machine are made to fear the very essence of their jobs, be it fear of public embarrassment and ostracizing, or fear of simply getting their asses whipped because they're a part of the system and aren't working their asses off to get that system changed. If they aren't dedicating their time to changing the situation while participating in the situation, they ARE the situation.

There is no other way around it. They are the flying monkeys...and they still have the option to walk away from that job if they don't agree with it, they just haven't done so.

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