The State and Federal government's attempts to promote and execute themselves as my nannies are demeaning to me as a human capable and proven of rational thought.
The fact that I have to pay into a Social Security system that uses only a portion of the money I give it to pay its current receivers and spend the rest instead of saving is a very contradiction of the idea of preparing for retirement.
The fact that in no point in the history of this Welfare State has the government EVER been able to properly calculate its budget or how much a vastly large program will cost over half a century culminates to the most perverse and purest form of irony there is; that is, that the government is "planning" for my retirement because it believes I am incapable of doing so myself.
All governments', federal, state, and local, attempts to balance their own budget and fail so terribly begs the question as to the rationality of those individuals.
They act as though they are a teenager with his/her brand new "limitless" credit card, unleashed unto the world to spend as they please; making only so little payments to their debt that within time the interest will be crushing their parent's, ie the taxpayer's, wallets.
But this teenager, who "supposedly" is governed by their parents; directed by their parents; given life by their parents; given POWER by their parents, feigns the ailment of being deaf and continues to spend more than they have.
What can the parents do? The teenager has strapped them in a chair and told them to keep calm and carry on; for all their worries are for naught! The teenager is a responsible entity.
What am I to do against this teenager? This grossly overgrown obese teenager?
I watch as they spend my hard earned money frivolously and without oversight. Losing a few billions here and accruing a few trillion in interest there. I struggle in my chair, arms held down by lawful binds; making it illegal for me to refuse or strike my teenager for that is child abuse and the punishment is imprisonment or a fine.
Merely WITHHOLDING my dues to this teenager's credit card spending frenzy is punishable at the point of a gun. Yes, a gun. I will be handcuffed and dragged to the nearest jail and given a court sentence. A gun pointed straight at me the whole time, removing my choice to get up and leave. No, gun is not some fantastical form of a metaphor but the real deal. The bullet shooting, head exploding, gun.
What can I do? Any legal objection I have is merely thrown out the window. And the other forms of objection? Illegal. Point of gun illegal.
My voice. My choice. They do not exist in this teenager's mind. My well-being? Well that factor's in.
It factors into the teenager's ends without any consideration as to the morality of the means.
A slave is a slave whether he is aware of that fact or not.
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