Liberty Maven

I believe in liberty. Not the counterfeit liberty of Left versus Right or fatuous freedom fries. I believe in the liberty to get high on life, high on God, high on drugs, or all or none of the above.

I love liberty. She is my one true love. She lets me make mistakes, so I learn. It is a cheap tuition. I pay for it myself. That’s right, no government begging for me. The visible hand of government is haunted by the almost invisible fist of tyranny. Eternal vigilance is required to not get sucker-punched.

I adore liberty. The world gets too bogged down with the minutiae of partisanship, pop-culture, or the latest irrational bird/mosquito/pig flu. The real pandemic is the eternal erosion of freedom exacerbated by the ever-unquenched thirst for political power.

I pursue liberty like happiness. Too many are unwitting victims of government-induced moral hazard. The government is a Vegas casino and you are a neophyte gambler. The “house” always wins while you are left justifying your loss.

I dream of old school liberty, an impeccable restoration of the founding principles within our Constitution. Not some bastardized Frankenstution that lives and breathes itself out of existence without proper amendment.

Yes, you had it right, Mr. Henry: “Give me liberty or give me death!”

Liberty or not liberty, that is the question. When my generation shuffles off this mortal coil I see tombstones with epitaphs that read nothing more and nothing less: “Here lies one who believed in liberty.”

Will those tombstones with that revolutionary phrase be large in number or small? For our posterity, I hope that number approaches infinity.