'Twas the Night before an Election.

Libertarianism is a philosophy that allows everyone to be who they are. And that means everyone. So, unlike our wonderful socialist utopia... everyone has equal rights.

Remember when we used to hear so much about equal rights? Like when Martin Luther King was still alive.

You know, I just realized something.... *no one* in the news these days... politicians, pundits, "activists"... and, now that I think of it... almost no one you meet on a day to day basis *ever* mentions the notion of equal rights any more.

I think it has finally become clear to everyone... almost by stealth... that equal rights are as dead as M.L. King.

What a pity.

Why don't we hear about equal rights anymore?

Well, I think it is because so many people now have so many more rights. Just like the Dalton McGunty's of the world can solve real human problems by opening his mouth and saying "aye" to a new piece of legislation.

Need some new rights? No problem... ask Hillary or Obama or McCain. Just like Dalton, they have a bagful of rights for you too...like free medical care. Yep, they are just like Santa Clause.

You want the right to a free sex change operation? No problem... just ask jolly old Saint Dalt. (His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!)

Who is going to pay for that heart operation? The guy who voted for the politician who promised to make sure someone else would pay for his retirement.

'Twas the night before an election, when all through the land,
Not a pocket was fearing, the politician's hand.

The carbon credits were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that some caring politician soon would be there;

The voters were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of legislatively mandated sugar-plums danced in their heads;

Dumb fucking voter. Too dumb to understand where all the goodies in the napsack are actually coming from... Santa's tax-paying elves.
(I laugh when I see them, in spite of myself.)

And then we have to listen to these Truth Ministry sanctioned ads on the radio... about the new law requiring that cigarette power-walls be hidden from view... and that if this is not done by the end of May 2008, Santa's reindeer will stomp all over your fucking head with heavy fines.

"Out of sight, out of mind," they tell us.

So, how long before we get a new law deleting this line from a famous poem?

"The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;"

Out of sight. Out of mind. I T ' S T H E L A W !
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