Hey, Uncle Sam.

While you were busy trying to stomp Socialist Camel's nose into the dirt floor of your tee-pee so's he couldn't eat the contents of your wallet, Fascist Pig had a short conversation with your wife and then absconded with your daughter liberty straight out the front flap of your wigwam. Right about now his lude stash is [-1] and he's scraping his muddy hooves up her back on his way to ask her if she'd like it in the dupa. Why? Well, just so he can hear her scream "no" before he shoves it in anyways, of course. Why else does one ask? Because rhetorical questions are great foreplay in an orgy of demagoguery.

Besides, it's not like the virgin continent was a virgin anymore, anyhow.

Now, you may not know it by looking at my porn collection, but I'm not really a big fan of forced butt-sex, let alone forced anything. So, it should come as no surprise, that I was delighted to hear the plan to make participation in the healthcare system mandatory.

What's that you say? "That makes no sense because those two statements seem to contradict one another on their face. ON THEIR FACE!", you say?

Au contraireeeeeeeee{:3|:3}:3>:3eecksdeee

See, a several months ago, something happened. And in the aftermath of this particular something, there were a few other somethings that had the appearance of occurrences. And although I didn't feel all was perfect, I felt as though things were going to be... Alright, man.

So, I lay meh-self down in the tall grass to watch the happy gumdrop kingdom, naive though they may be, happily march their way down the road toward a future made of sunshine lollipops dipped in sugary organic moonlight and wrapped in the unsoiled love that they shared for one another. There I sat, to dry in the sun, wait out the end of days, and die a forgotten relic. A dried and withered old landmark on the road to man's destiny. Forever trapped in a repose of an eternal internal calm. With nothing left to do but exist as a final reminder of a day long past when slackers roamed free and misanthropes ruled the earth...

From down the road of wellness; Sweet voices echo softly...

               "Mommy, what was sarcasm like?..."....

               "Did cynics really eat children and old people?"....

               "I'll tell you when you get older, sweetie. Now, eat your Kashi allotment with your mouth closed.

Carbon credits don't grow on trees, you know."....

Ahhh... The future is in double-plus good hands. Finally, I can let go. Just one last deep breath, and yes I can let the sweet scent of... *sniff* Is that, revolt?  It was far too late to think a happy thought and drive away the Specter of dissent. The cracks had already begun to show and passersby had taken notice. The sight of upturned lips brought back the long forgotten wishes within their hearts for things not of the collective, and the parade participants began to crumble before my snarling edifice. Snarling, I say's.  Then, from on down the road of wellness, the voice of a child defiant screeched its way down the road like a runaway bride, elemental footprints be damned, shattering the remnants of the happy gumdrop kingdom, scattering hope and lollipops in all directions.

"Mother, why don't you take that fucking Kashi allotment and ram it up your rotten old cunt."....

And with that, my lungs reached capacity. I opened my eyes with purpose again, violently tearing asunder the road I had called my home for what seemed a time, two times, and half a time. And I felt more alive for the first time all over again than I ever didn't before.

I hope that clears up the contradiction.

That said, allow me to "clear-up" a few more something elses. I'm an Anarcho-capitalist of sorts.  Well, maybe more of just an anarchist, but I think capitalism is a very effective system when it stays fluid and averts central control. Government should remain system neutral, a separation between economy and state, so to speak, and not favor, for instance, capitalism over socialism. Instead allowing neccesity to dictate trade.Seemingly contradictory to my capitalist proclivities, I don't recognize the right of insurance companies to exist. I find them to be an impure sorcery. Capitalism for its own sake. A real world form of gold farming sold by those foolishly seeking to control potential wealth, to those new to the game and just as foolishly looking to control potential outcomes. A form without a function. An invention devoid of necessity. For a time, it fed and drove the economy as it filled the cups of the usury to overflowing. But this boon of humanity's amazing ability to apply reason to the unreasonable has become a cancer on the economy, metastasizing from one sector to another and growing large enough to topple it under its illusory weight. It's the Stuff™ made real, and eventually we'll engorge ourselves with it until finally we won't be able to take another bite until we had another spoonful.

Mm-mmm, delicious!

So, why wouldn't I support a measure designed to collapse such a system? Is it my aversion to subterfuge by those in public office? Partly, but ultimately the system that will take its place is much more insidious. A beast that will seek to control and micro manage diet, lifestyle, and recreation down to the smallest detail in order to control cost, in a fashion the private sector hadn't thought it possible to attempt. Why? Because it wasn't necessary. For all of its faults,  the private system is a rational beast. It realized long ago that it had to adhere to simple idea that it had to at least pretend to be something that the people desired. It takes many forms to achieve this and everyone of these forms is at the mercy of the public whim. Over the years it had become much more creative and increasingly immune to necessity. In my naivety, I had thought that to be the main complaint of most people. The shackles of law and circumstance had begun to wither the buying "power" of individuals and these corporations had become increasingly distant and less empathetic to the needs of the consumer.

               "So, of course, the answer must be to shackle them further, right?"....

               "Right, guys?"....

Yes, but only because the shackles make me feel alive. I feel the overwhelming responsibility they represent to live my life in a fashion that preserves the right of others to live their life responsibly for as long as possible and for as long as the red, white, and blue deem necessary.

Amen.