My liberty-loving friends, we have lost. We had our chance, and we muffed it.
Gun rights activists fight the loss of gun rights, but not for the constitution upon which those rights depend. Free speech activists protest their losses too, but they have no legal right to speak with out the constitutions. Tax protesters haven’t a legal leg to stand on in the absence of constitutions. Without constitutions, you’ve got no rights to property, due process or even life, because without constitutions, there are no agreed-upon, legal, contractual or practical restraints upon political power. And we haven’t even asked for Rule of Law under the Constitutions since the New Deal and it’s “Switch in Time that Saved Nine.” In point of irritating fact, most of us have fought for one right while opposing another for decades. Speech activists oppose the constitutions’ religious freedom, while gun rights activists typically oppose the constitutions in moral, drug and lifestyle issues.
We have stubbornly refused to unite over what it is that we all really want (Rule of Law under our existing constitutions, as written), while our enemies represent no more than our default state of oppression, slavery, genocide and war. They win by our default in disunity. We have torn ourselves apart and have nobody to blame but ourselves.
Sigh…
But let us not be bad sports. Our side lost. C’est ça. Finito. Now we must all Move On.
For years I have championed Rule of Law, but from now on, I want to be a Good Socialist.
Look at the positive side. Authoritarians have always had the best uniforms. Most people look good in a trim little cap, a neat military outfit with red epaulets and brass buttons. And those shiny black boots sound so fetching as you’re running down side streets on a cold, rainy night, chasing down someone who just won’t fit in.
Think of the imagery. Who else gathers thousands of cheering idolaters under triumphant banners and bold emblems? Who else goose-steps a half-million troops with tanks and jet formations right through the heart of the capital? What thrills! Authoritarians have chutzpa!
OK, I do so hope we don’t get stuck with a bad-hair ruler like the North Koreans got. And murderous thugs like Che too often lack any cultural polish at all.
But I, like Hitler and Mussolini, do enjoy fine cars, art, and well-choreographed young people. I adore the martial music and stylized posters depicting gloriously happy workers. I am ready to raise my arm in salute to our great Obama nation!
Dear friends, we must become the Übermensch; perfection in body, mind and… well, not spirit. Who needs spirit when you have the state!
We must reject our fetish with freedom, and replace it with devotion to global citizenship. We must grow past and even spurn the apron strings and umbilicus of “traditional” family ties in favor of service to the family of humanity.
Get ready. No sacrifice is too great for this dream. You may be asked to give your life, but the promise is no more sickness, no more poverty, no more homelessness, no more injustice. You may have to report your mother to the authorities, but you’ll be rewarded with the warm embrace of the global collective; from each according to his or her ability, to each according to his or her need.
Think of it; even if it can’t come true, shouldn’t we do our best to pursue this perfect world? We must set our sights high if we’re to reach our lofty goal of true social perfection!
We are now building a human bridge over the troubled waters of humanity’s brutal past, and we are embarking on a wonderful voyage of science and art and community to handcraft a future so promising, that you’ll be jubilant and grateful to give your all, right up to your very last choking gasp.
Forget the tear-filled past with its tiresome clinging to “right” and “wrong.” Forget the laws and old ways that held you back. Forget the chains and cages of individualism and family, and embrace the wholesome lust for justice and empowerment! In fact, just forget everything. It will help with what’s to come next.
Join me, my friends. Let us erase the boundaries between nations and faiths and social norms, and march triumphantly toward the cliffs of a new day …in matching outfits!
