My Super-Ordinary Tuesday
Today is the “Super Tuesday” of presidential primaries, during which people in half the states (or something like that) go to the polls and cast their votes for a new Commandant-in-Chief. My fellow Illinoisians are among those scheduled to exercise the precious privilege of choosing who will fleece them and everyone else, bully and imprison people for all sorts of harmless “crimes,” and kill who knows how many others over the next few years.
As fate would have it, I’ve been laid up at home with quite a humdinger of a cold. But I would not be participating, regardless of my state of health, in keeping with a solemn vow I made once upon a time. My well-being and self-interest is not contingent upon pressing a button on a computer screen, or punching a piece of paper and dropping it into a box (or however it is they do it around here these days). Certainly, neither is my freedom. If it were, then I would be a slave, and I’ve vowed never to be one. This isn’t to deny that, unfortunately, there are others who do wish to enslave me and millions of others and who make every attempt to do so, but I’ll be damned if I’ll concede moral ground to these criminal usurpers. Neither should anyone else.
In between drinking jags of hot tea and supping on the odd bowl of hot soup (I’m quite partial to Wolfgang Puck’s chicken tortilla soup right now), I’ve been perusing Strike-the-Root’s non-voting archive, as well as Lew Rockwell’s non-voting archive.
I’d say it’s been a pretty productive day, ill health notwithstanding. Don’t know if I could say as much for my voting neighbors.
See also: RadGeek.com: “WWLSD?”