Look, I’m just tired of trying to explain to people that even the retarded 21st century version of personal liberty bequeathed to us by the Founding Dudes is worth nurturing and saving for future generations. Nobody wants to hear it, and I’ve run out of breath and time. Our O-fficial nation is wandering into some EuroDisney version of America. Un-O-fficial America is battening down the hatches, hoping to survive this massacre of the American Dream. I’m sure it’s possible, in some distorted sense, and I hope it all works out for all the drones in .gov cubicleland, but I can’t imagine it coming out the other end of the National Colon looking like what got my motor revved up in 1978. I just can’t, and fine, that’s a failure of my imagination, but good grief, all the O-fficials — when did the whole of America make peace with the government, of all things, deciding what’s the haps? Jeezus, it was still a big joke, not 10 years ago - I’m from the government and I’m here to help. I guess it started looking good when they started handing out checks to the mongoloids and Chrysler and Goldman-Sachs.

OK, then…you understand why, if I don’t post much anymore. Just beat down. Maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow feeling better, you never know.

Gonna be interesting to see where the kids take the music. Maybe they’ll get over that Woodie Guthrie “woe is the working man” horseshit, finally, and forever, when they figure out that they’re picking banjos and sequencing synthesizers for the feds. See, ray of light there…some new NASCAR, not so beholden, running from the revenooers on electric scooters or rocketships. I feel a little better already. Christ, you can’t kill freedom, can you? Fuck, no.

Po-po in Philly arresting a man for wearing the wrong t-shirt, mostly at the behest of the crowd, but there’s a little bit of authority weight-throwing going on:

Who thinks it’s going to get better? Back in the good old days, police forces were formed to protect the rights of citizens. I weep, but I’m also buying ammo. That right there is pure bullshit. Not surprising it happened in the Northeast.

Let me circumvent an argument right here & right now, too: for his own good. Not following that philosophy would have possibly allowed the young man to get his ass beat, and maybe even killed, by an angry mob. And so, by extension, the Philly po-po can tell me to take my cholesterol dope, even though I’ve informed myself and chosen not to because it makes me feel like shit. Do you see how that works? Do I need to get deeper into the minutae? Do I need to stamp every dot between Point A and Point B for you?

And if the po-po wants to do some active community policing, they could have waded in and busted up the first bunch of assholes who laid a finger on the young man. But it’s far easier to cuff one young punk and drive him away to somewhere else, than it is to deal with a mob. Hard choice, sure, but I’d kind of like to think we go Constitutional here. Guess not. Welcome to Obamerica. Four more years on the way, and the hack isn’t even president. Mob rule — get used to it.