November 2010


Congressional approval ratings tend to fluctuate, but they are at an unprecedented nadir right now.  Here’s one reason why:  Senator Jay Rockefeller (D-WV) is fed up.  This is not unusual; senators are normally fed up about something.  But the main source of such angst recently has been that pesky, antiquated liberty thing that just won’t go away.  Jay is really, really fed up with Fox News, but he’s non-partisan because he also doesn’t like MSNBC.  Maybe he’s more of an NPR dude.  And so, hewing to that time-honored senatorial tradition, his idea is to use the force of the state to eliminate that which offends him:

There’s a little bug inside of me which wants to get the FCC to say to FOX and to MSNBC: “Out. Off. End. Goodbye.”  It would be a big favor to political discourse; our ability to do our work here in Congress, and to the American people, to be able to talk with each other and have some faith in their government and more importantly, in their future.

I don’t think a senator would get very far today trying to use the power of the federal government to shut down a news organization.  Maybe in 10 years or so after the last smoldering ash of the Constitution is sucked up by a D.C. street sweeper, but not quite yet.  It’s disturbing, however, that a senator is fantasizing in this way.  He is uneasy that the people might know what the Hallowed Senate is really up to.  He is livid that the people dare criticize his “work.”  You can see where things inevitably lead when liberals have power.  They are the least tolerant human beings on the planet.  They demand uniformity.  They hate to be questioned.  Senators like Rockefeller recoil at the light of day, because – can’t you understand – they are working hard every day to improve your life; now get out of the way.

Frankly, anything that interferes with Congress’ ability to do its work ought to be encouraged.  I don’t want people like Jay Rockefeller to get any work done at all.  I want every waking hour to be utterly unproductive,  because the “work” he wants to do won’t be good for me, for the country, or for liberty.   So I say:  “Godspeed, all Rockefeller irritants!”

Four cheers to John Tyner, 31-year old Oceanside, California man and reluctant hero to millions of us who believe the government has gone way over the line in the name of “safety.”  Mr. Tyner politely refused the full-body scan at the San Diego airport, then also objected to the alternative full-body pat down including groin check.  “If you touch my junk, I’ll have you arrested” were his exact words.  The sweetest part?  He got it all on tape.  Mr. Tyner was firm but cordial throughout the encounter, and the TSA agents were businesslike, simply doing their job with the lobotomized drone we’ve all come to know and love.

Citizens of the United States of America:  if the Fourth Amendment of the Constitution does not protect you from having your testicles and breasts groped by a government official who has zero cause to believe you have criminal intent, then what in the name of Pete would it protect?  Police officers on routine traffic stops can’t even open the damn trunk to check for drugs unless they have “probable cause,” or a search warrant.  Suppose the traffic cop reached through the window and groped the female driver – just checking for contraband, you know.  He’d be sacked, and the ACLU would file the next day.

Steve Chapman at the Chicago Tribune summed up how we all feel (or should feel):

When it comes to protecting against terrorism, this is how things usually go: A danger presents itself; the federal government responds with new rules that erode privacy, treat innocent people as suspicious and blur the distinction between life in a free society and life in a correctional facility; and we all tamely accept the new intrusions, like sheep being shorn.

There’s a solid argument for flat-out abolishing the TSA.  Check out the Forbes article on the subject.

It’s hard to get away from it, I know, so this post will be entirely free from serious, frowny-faced cogitations about John Boeher’s humble upbringing, or whether Nancy Pelosi’s next lipstick choice will be Lenin Glow Red or Evil Imperial Rose.

One day last week my drive home was accompanied by an infrequently-heard song from The Guess Who called “Second-Hand World.”  Lyric-wise, this was not Kurt Winter’s best work (“Anybody here see the fuzzy-wuzzy lovin’ cup explosion?”).  But it’s catchy, with the cliched 60s feel so common on Kool Oldies radio stations and that makes Baby Boomers feel all misty and want to buy a rusty VW bus.  Then the chorus played as I was turning into the drive:

Don’t give me no
hand me down shoes
Don’t give me no
hand me down love
Don’t give me no
hand me down world
I got one already

And in these words is the essence, the life-force that possessed The Guess Who’s audience then and continues to obsess their scions today:  this present world is an unwanted old shoe, being foisted upon them by unenlightened rubes, defined axiomatically as anyone born previous to them.  The “hand-me-down” wisdom of generations past is to be discarded as irrelevant.  Don’t give me no hand me down world — I got one already, so I’m going to toss it out and remake the world anew in my own image.  In the 60s, at least these people were armed only with cultural argument and social protest.  Today, they literally have their hands on the wheel of your world and are jerking it leftward with all their might, not caring that the scorned “hand-me-down world” was built on the backs of countless selfless Americans, including men whose blood protects the nihilist’s liberty to spit on it if they choose.

Next time I’m in Starbucks, I’m going to order a fuzzy-wuzzy lovin’ cup explosion.