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Signs of Autumn by B.R. Merrick
October 1, 2008 One
of the reasons I love living in the Northeast is the change of seasons.
I’ve lived in other areas of the country where there are some
rather severe changes between winter and summer (and I love a good
snowfall), but they miss the finer points of spring and fall almost
entirely. How unfortunate for
the millions stuck living in geographically inferior areas, to miss the
subtle differences and beauties of the whole year, especially fall and
winter. In fact, it’s in the
latter part of the year that I prefer to listen to Vivaldi’s Four
Seasons, which is actually a collection of concertos written over a
span of time. (And if you
haven’t heard the concertos played by these
guys, then you haven’t heard the Four
Seasons yet.) There are
actually several pieces of classical music that I will only listen to in
the colder, darker months. I’m
not sure why that is, but it may have something to do with the holidays
and traditions that decorate much of the autumn and winter seasons up
until New Year’s Day. They
are indeed the finest festivities that Western Culture has to offer, in my
opinion. And
how grateful I am that this last year I found a new way to herald the
coming of election season. This
was the year that I called up the county voter registration office and had
my name removed from the voter registration rolls.
In the eyes of the rest of the country, I have officially become a
grouchy old man. It matters
little to me that they won’t understand why I did it. If
I’m going to renounce
the violence of war, I must renounce all violence.
There is no getting around the fact that voting is in fact an act
of violence. It has been
couched in terms of “civic duty” or “obligation,” even a
“privilege.” It is none of
these things. There is a
crucial difference between obedience to the state that is forced, and
obedience that is not. In the
government’s false construct of “civic duty,” the obedience is
clearly not forced. In
matters of taxation, obedience is most definitely compelled.
I do not pay taxes out of some sense of responsibility to the
hallowed Founding Fathers. I
pay them because I do not want my stuff confiscated and my butt thrown in
jail. However, when I was a
voter (even when I cast what I knew to be a useless ballot for Ron Paul in
February), I was going out of my way for Leviathan.
I gave the beast legitimacy. I
did it “just in case.” I
did it sometimes while licking my lips, hoping that some of the outcomes I
desired might come about, not fully understanding that those same outcomes
ultimately end up with a gun pointed somewhere, at someone. Some
people may tire of this summation of the democratic process.
They point to the peaceful nature of what goes on at the voting
booths. Granted, what you have
for the most part is a bunch of middle class sorts stopping by the local
school for a couple of minutes. No
violence, no coercion, no riots or shouting.
And sometimes doughnuts! However,
you have to be willing to follow the process to its end.
The majority decides. The
minority doesn’t. Let’s
say that the minority then decides to withhold funding.
The government, whose existence neither the majority nor the
minority questions, notifies the minority that refusal to fund the
majority’s decision is not an option.
The minority ignores this warning.
The government sends another notice.
The second warning is dismissed.
The government wastes a great deal of time, effort, and funding to
seek out the bank accounts of the minority to freeze their assets.
The minority still doesn’t obey.
The government comes to the doors of those in the minority,
demanding compliance. The
minority refuses on principle. The
government attempts to arrest the minority.
The minority resists. The
guns come out. There’s your
direct line. You
may argue that at any point in this logical progression, the minority
would most likely give in prior to the guns being un-holstered and the
overt violent act being carried out. You’d
be right. We are not living in
a day or age,
after all, when whole communities of Americans will stand up to tyrannical
governments with guns. Most
Americans won’t do that anymore. Those
who might consider it have seen what will happen.
So where is the violence if after the first or second warning, the
minority gives in and pays back-taxes with enormous fees?
If you can’t see it, you’re reading the wrong article.
In fact, you’re at the wrong website.
Please go elsewhere and listen to politicians promise a puppy to
every homeless orphan boy. (With
money taken from the minority at the point of a gun, of course.) That
is directly where my pushing of a button on an electronic voting screen
leads. It leads to the threat of violence from the government that is encouraging my
participation. While colorful
autumn leaves are falling; while my mind and heart are being prepared for
nostalgic thoughts of a cool, crisp Halloween, a sumptuous Thanksgiving
feast, a (cross your fingers) White Christmas accompanied by this gorgeous
piece
by Stravinsky; I am also engaging in a violent act by silently threatening
those with whom I disagree. I
am almost persuaded by the argument that occasionally, an item ends up on
the ballot that, if a majority decides against it, will result in a
lowering of the tax burden, or a diminishing of government spending or
regulation. But it is still a
game rigged by a violent force: the government.
They came up with the idea, and the process for deciding on it.
They are also probably even fixing
it. This group of people
constituting this government, convinced that the state still bears some
resemblance to a freedom-loving entity set in motion by the genius of freedom-loving
Founding Fathers, has set the table. They
have chosen the menu. You may
defeat them by saying “No!” and spending time, money and effort
getting the majority on your side, but they’ll be back, trying to serve
you dinner on another night. The
most persuasive article
I’ve read at this website is encouraging in one regard, concerning a
push by the government in the state of To
gain satisfaction in the fact that the state government was prevented from
increasing this horrible burden is understandable.
But the bigger picture is that the government of Since
these taxes seem pretty much set in stone wherever they have been enacted,
so that a vote against them at the ballot is normally out of the question,
exactly how can citizens peacefully resist?
A boycott of essential needs like food and gasoline is out of the
question. What is left is for
you as an individual to find a way to get up quietly, and peacefully walk
away from the table government has set.
As long as there is a government, there will be tax.
Even states that don’t have a dreaded income tax, or an annoying
sales tax, will find a way to take your money through some other tax.
There is not a state in this
union where you can move and not be taxed, not only by the federal
government, but by the state itself.
There is no way to completely avoid government or its revenue,
until enough people wake up, throw up, get up, and walk away from the
table. And it must be done as
individuals in order to be a true freedom movement. The
methods and processes of this migration from governmental influence will
(and should) vary from person to person.
I cannot and will not dictate the number of ways it should be done,
because depending on your circumstances with work, family, income and
locale, my advice may or may not be worth the effort.
For instance, I avoid toll roads, not only on principle, but I have
also found a lot of beautiful country drives in so doing, and I usually
drive stress-free. However, in
my locale, it is almost impossible to cross certain state boundaries
without at least paying the government to cross a bridge.
Therefore, advising people like me to avoid paying all
tolls is not practical. But
one thing I feel comfortable in encouraging everyone to do is to join me
in a new fall tradition, and celebrate--if only in your heart--the fact
that you, too, called up your county voter registration office and sent in
the fax with your name and address for removal.
You bowed out of the dinner they’re serving.
You will remain immovable. You
will not rub your hands and lick your lips.
You will not be distracted into rejoicing over the government’s
pretended acquiescence at the polls. In
Man’s Search for Meaning, Viktor E. Frankl spoke of an experience
he had in a Nazi concentration camp. He
had smuggled in a manuscript for a book he had been writing, only to
deliver his clothes, and hence the book, to his enemies.
Having no choice, he gave up the one last physical remnant of his
former existence, to become nothing more than another inmate.
But then, as if miraculously, he was given the ragged prison
uniform of another inmate who had already been executed, and found in its
pocket a copy of the Shema Yisrael,
“the most important Jewish prayer.”
In this moment, he asked himself, “How should I have interpreted
such a ‘coincidence’ other than as a challenge to live
my thoughts instead of merely putting them on paper?” You must live this freedom in your heart, beginning this season. B.R.
Merrick lives in the Northeast, is proud
to be the #900,000-ish Reviewer at Amazon.com,
and in spite of the poisonous nature of television, God Himself will
have to pry his DVDs of “Monty Python’s Flying Circus” out of his
cold, dead hands, under threat of eternal damnation.
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