Good Morning Middle America, your King of Simple News is up and at ‘em.
I wrote an article yesterday that talked about Americans being so overregulated that we spend much of our time mired in red tape rather than living the good life. We have in a sense created our own demise by sending 535 lawyers to Congress who spend every waking hour making up laws that hurt the citizenry but certainly benefit the legal profession.
How did this once great nation get its start…through massive regulation and taxation? Well, sort of. The English taxed and regulated our founders to a point that they rebelled and right after the ensuing war, began a country where men and women were free.
From these free and capable people emerged the greatest nation that the world has ever seen. But, we simply couldn’t stand the prosperity and somewhere along the way, we determined that being ruled and regulated to the hilt was the way to go…again.
We have strayed so far off that path that we can’t see our once free lifestyle with binoculars. Every year, thousands of laws are created. I don’t know why; we don’t obey the first 10. Or, the one golden rule.
“So what would it be like to live free,” I hear you ask. “And is it possible or just a dream?” I’m so glad that you asked, I was dying to tell you.
I had the distinct pleasure of living in the Alaskan village of Talkeetna for many years. We had no paid law enforcement and no town government of any nature, for the entire time that I lived there. It was the closest thing to utopia and true freedom that I have ever experienced. And it was wonderful.
I observed that small groups of people necessarily self govern. Let’s take crime for example; of which we had none. I first moved into a rental house where I was told, “Be sure not to lock the doors, we don’t have any keys.”
So were all of the people who came and went totally honest? Not necessarily, but they wanted to remain in a state of health that would allow the mobility to continue to come and go. Ya see, the public in Talkeetna at the time were comprised of hearty folks that would shoot your tired carcass should you decide to stray too far from the law.
“Hold on there just a minute, you just told us you didn’t have any law.” No, I said no paid law enforcement. All the law that we ever needed was the first 10 that I referred to earlier.
Today, on Main Street America, the good citizens close their curtains to keep from witnessing a crime. In Talkeetna we left them open in the event that our neighbors needed some help.
We have allowed the bad guys to take over in most of our supposed civilized America and Congress, because we don’t want to get involved.
I once saw an actual television program that was designed to instruct city dwellers in methods of shopping at the mall without getting mugged (I’m not making this up). They suggested that you go in numbers and park as near the building as possible. Women should carry their purse zipped up with the strap around their neck. Keep your car doors locked and windows up, even if it’s 120 degrees in the shade.
I like my plan better; I’ll call it the Talkeetna Plan. Go to the mall with $100 bills sticking out of your purse and pockets. When someone tries to take them, pull out your pistol and shoot the scum. This is a proven way to deter muggers.
Wake up Middle America; it’s your darn country. Open your curtains, your neighbor may need some help.