OK! Then sit on the sidelines and cry if that is what suits you.
I don't sit on the sidelines, I cry only from genuine deep sorrow or in the presence of music so beautiful that to fight the tears is to expose the soulless, and neither do I ask "how high" when this or that political animal, presidential cultist (regardless of the president in question), or Gawdsaker (thank you, H.G. Wells, for narrowing down those who scream
for Gawdsakes let's do something! over every last doing and/or undoing in human existence that they think demands political resolution) demands that I jump. I learned long enough ago (from John Chamberlain, a fine book reviewer) that there is no need to be with history when history is headed toward an abyss. (I learned even earlier than that about what happened to the boy who cried "wolf!")
We are not going to begin solving what requires solving until we finally get it into our fat heads that the sole legitimate political requirement we need to fulfill is restoring a properly-construed
government, whose sole legitimate business---beyond protecting us from enemies actual or
provably iminent from abroad and predators (
real predators, not mere vicemongers) at home---is to
stay the hell out of your business, my business, everyone's business,
until or unless one would obstruct or abrogate another's equivalent rights. As opposed to what we still have now, the improperly-consecrated State whose business is to poke its nose into every last nook and cranny of her subjects' business whether it is competent or Constitutionally sanctioned to do so.
You were always intelligent enough to conjugate such mischief in the past, as our
@musiclady alludes. Now, your trying to teach me or anyone about political responsibility comes out a lot like learning about love from Attila the Hun.
