Almost exactly a year ago, the entire country was abuzz with the news of Kelo v. New London. It was an inevitable happening in a nation that is slowly but surely progressing toward central planning and the road to serfdom. As seems to be more and more often the case, the intense and principled commentary of Originalist judges is ignored, the government is given yet more power, and the leftists are leading the charge in eroding our freedoms. More recently, the New London City Council, showing that greed knows no bounds, re-affirmed their decision to evict Ms. Kelo and several other residents on June 6th. Yes, I know a lot of leftists were upset at this and don’t possibly see how this could be related to their political ideology. Then again, one of the problems with their entire outlook is that they’ll seek to mandate one thing without looking at the social and economic repercussions. Dropping a 400lb fatty into the community swimming pool and then being taken completely unawares by the tidal wave emanating from his entry. So let me say this clearly:
In a political system that sees government control and redistribution of private wealth as inherently good, it is inevitable that such power will only continue to grow.
I found my posts on this subject from almost a year ago and thought I’d throw them up here
Kelo and the Death of a Country
I’m pretty impassioned about American politics. I scream at the TV and at my monitor. I ‘passionately debate’ (read: scream as spittle flies from my mouth) anything from abortion to gun rights to conservation as often as I have opportunity. I’ve been angry, I’ve been happy, I’ve been annoyed. Today, I was depressed. For the first time in my life, politics actually made me depressed.
You see, living in England for the past 8 months, I realized that the difference between Europeans and Americans is that while we are citizens, they have never thrown off the ideological yoke of being subjects. In England, that’s a literal truth; even their passports read “Subject of the Queen of England.” As much as they claim to be free-thinking individuals what all Europeans really want is to be coddled and controlled by an overarching government. Subjects, not constituents.
Today, I actually contemplated whether America really was better than Europe or not, for the first time in my life. Today, we became subjects. The court (the liberal justices anyway) ruled that ‘Government Knows Best.’ The essence of their position is that city officials know more than their constituents about ‘what’s best for the city’. Might as well just call it the Divine Right of Kinghood. In their scathing dissent, Supreme Court Justices (to paraphrase Clarence Thomas) succintly said that if A can potentially pay more taxes than the current occupant B, the govt is justified and siezing B’s property to give to A. The government just became an evil corporation, concerned with only the bottom line. At the hands of liberal justices, i’m at pains to remind you.
Every American’s personal autonomy has just been destroyed. We have become serfs on the feudal lord’s estate. He has allowed us to work it, to live on it, even to call it our own, just as Serfs did in the Middle Ages. And just like those peasants, we are subjects. Subject to the whim of a government who can evict us on the premise that our houses and our small businesses don’t give it enough money…
The guys who settled out West went there for one reason and one reason only; the prospect of owning their own land. A place to call their own. They rode the Oregon Trail, they turned the barren soil of the Dust Bowl into something of a breadbasket. They lived, they sacrificed, they died to call a place their very own. All that work was shat on today by the Supreme Court, who today told us that our land and our property is only ours as long as the government decides not to snatch it from us. This isn’t all that different from England, where Queen Elizabeth II allows her subjects to engage in a parliamentary government…at least until she gets bored of it and decides to assert her sovereignty.
Today I am no longer an American citizen…Today I became a subject.
More Kelo Ranting
Any mention of Kelo, anywhere, in any form, sends me reaching across my room for my cowboy hat. 3 Doors Down - Life of my Own finds its way onto the mp3 player and I snarl at the words: “Kiss me while i’m still alive/kill me while I kiss the sky/Let my die on my own terms…Freedom carries sacrifice/Remember when this was my life”. My hands absently stroke the imaginary 12 guage shotgun of my mind and the confederate flag on my wall gets a glance or three. I snarl softly (it’s 4am and the walls are thin) “Come and get it you dicks.”
Lots of famous dead people have said that private property ownership is key in an enlightened society. Madison said it somewhere in the Federalist Papers. PA’s constitution says it, so do most other states. I’ve even heard a diry liberal say it, for chrissakes. How can you call yourself free when you can’t own the very house you live in?
Heinlein once said that a “generation that ignores history has no past and no future.” The American Dream used to be to own a house and to fill it with things like a loving wife, 2.3 kids, and an assortment of smelly pets. From this day forth, no one will ever live it in the good ole US of A. Not only have we forgotten about that dream, we’ve forgotten the very basis of it: the context in which our consitution was written. In US History we learn about anything and everything, but all too often, the great debates, the Federalist Papers, the original writings of Franklin, Jefferson, Madison et al are forgotten, BUT on the upside, we learn that George Washington Carver made over 400 industrial products from the peanut. We learn the names and the actions, but we never learn the thoughts behind them. This, my friends, is a crime.
As many famous dead (and live) people have also pointed out, the Constitution is not so much a document enumerating the powers of the government but actually an article of delegation. Its intent was not to establish the government’s authority but rather its limits. “This is what ‘We the people’ will allow you to do. This, right here, is what you can’t do.” Somewhere along the way, probably with the invention of the career politician, we lost sight of that. Rather than the people limiting the government, the government now circumscribes our participation in every sphere. Somewhere along the way Democracy (always in danger of mob rule), became a sham. There developed a ruling class, a class that manipulated and used the people to entrench themselves ever more firmly in power by getting the people to shamefully’ delegate ever more to them.
Yes, i’m still depressed over the Kelo decision. And the burning rage of a young man who just watched his beloved country die continues to grow deep within my chest. What bothers me more than anything is the seeming lack of rage in others. The conservative bloggers are up in arms (quite literally in the RKBA sect). A few of the more intelligent liberals are as well. But by and large the erosion of what has always been claimed to be the foundation of personal autonomy has not had the effect it should have.
On his deathbed, Dylan Thomas’s father heard these words whispered into his ear:
Do not go gentle into that good night…
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
That dying light is freedom, the night a slow freefall into Statism, where Big Brother knows best. William Wallace said it, Washington said it, and many others in between and after. Freedom or death. Back in 2nd grade, when we first learned all about the Patrick Henry speech and the letter opener trick we all ran around the classroom, at recess, at home. Standing on a chair, a desk, or a swing, we’d shout it “Give me liberty…or give me death,” before shoving a pen into our armpit. I missed with the pen once and stabbed myself square in the chest. I still have the scar. And the memory of that innocent youthful fervor. The choice is ours, do we go gentle? Yoke ourselves to a burden our forefathers fought tooth and nail to separate ourselves from 230 years ago? Or do we rage, do we scream, do we fight, for the freedom that was given us by the sacrifices of good men for a future many of them would never see?
I’ve made my choice.
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Shoot, I’ll probably re-use my 4th of July piece from last year as well. I wrote better back then. Course, I was trying to impress a girl, which probably explains some of the difference in quality.