***Warning---cranky Libertarian diatribe to follow***I keep hoping cooler heads will prevail. I cross my fingers and beg that someone stands up in the halls of Congress and says "enough is enough!!" I wait patiently for Jules from "Pulp Fiction" to start quoting Ezekiel 25:17 to my tormentors. But the more I think about it, the more I realize it is fruitless. We are destined to become a (hopefully) benevolent socialistic society. There is no other way.
I'm not going to bore you with the latest projections on U.S. deficit spending in the coming decades. Suffice to say it's bigger than a breadbox. A HUGE friggin' breadbox! The problem is, those in charge of reining in spending must spend to keep getting re-elected. There is no incentive whatsoever for Congress to scale back the candy they dish out. It's what keeps them in power.
For the first time in my adult life I'm convinced that there is no way to stop this inexorable slide. Used to be that politicians could corner the populist market by promising to cut taxes. Not anymore. That means the masses would get fewer handouts from the government. And with more and more people growing up in a world where direct Government Aid is seen as a birthright, the whole "anti-tax crowd," (like me) is becoming increasingly marginalized.
As I've said before, quasi-socialist governments can work; but I want no part of it. I'm afraid my kids will grow up in a nation of sheep. People will be provided for by the government from the womb to the tomb. There will be a greatly diminished sense of self-reliance, almost no concept of personal accountability, and the ultimate feeling that one exists to serve the state.
If I can get a little maudlin for a second, I think this runs contrary to the very nature of humanity. Great things in history have been accomplished by risk-takers. By people willing (by necessity, quite often) to take a chance---to invest their money, time, livelihood, and "their sacred honor" to accomplish something. No great things have been done by people who had little or no motivation to do it.
My fervent hope is that I'm too old to give a damn once this happens full-scale. With the cheetah-like pace we're moving presently, I fear I'll have all of my faculties when it's implemented. I can't wait for the day when the Feds tell me my .38 is now considered contraband. I'm pining for the time when I'm notified that I can't have a government-funded heart operation because I'm too much of a risk.
Until the time I become a ward of the state, I'll enjoy my freedom while I can. I'm getting shit-faced tonight. Anyone care to join me?
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