I think I have (or had) a few regular readers, and to them I apologize for my abrupt hiatus of the last few weeks. I have been completely consumed by work, trying to meet some deadlines for the product I am working on. I've spent not only all my time but all my mental energy on the circuit design and firmware for which I am responsible. I've neglected myself, my family, and alas, my blog.
26 October 2008
05 October 2008
It’s done. On Friday, President Bush signed into law the $700 billion “economic bailout” bill that Senators and Representatives bickered over last week but ultimately passed.
Personally, I am extremely discouraged with the prospects for liberty in this country, more so than in any time in my life, I think. There must have been worse times, when Americans’ freedoms were more in jeopardy than now, but the New Deal years were before my time, and I was too young to remember Johnson’s Great Society programs and Nixon’s price controls. This year had already been bad enough with the woeful selection of presidential candidates, featuring two men who each in his own way have an utter contempt for individual rights. (I found myself actually hoping Hillary Clinton would become the Democratic candidate so that I could vote against the religion-infested Republicans. With Obama as the nominee, I will not vote for any presidential candidates in November.) But this heavy-handed and accelerating intrusion of the federal government in the economy, starting with the Federal Reserve’s “emergency loan” to Bear Stearns and culminating in the outrageous $700 billion giveaway (or more accurately, takeaway), has put it over the top.
I was going to use this post to say that we had finally plunged headlong in tyranny, but on second thought, that is not an apt characterization. This is tyranny all right - the soft, relentless oppression of the paternalistic state - but it’s hard to characterize it as a plunge. We did not just move from a state of freedom to one of subservience. If we had, surely there would have been more protest. No, we have been serfs for some time now.
How did we get here? How can there be a nearly universal sense that it is the free market that has failed, that “deregulation” has not worked, that more oversight is needed to contain “greedy” Wall Street executives that care only about fleecing the poor and middle class? How can most Americans not only leave the federal government blameless for the crisis, but think it is a good idea for the government to seize almost a trillion dollars that American citizens have earned, then concentrate the dictatorial power to determine the value of “toxic” mortgages and assets into the hands of a few federal bureaucrats who have no financial interest in the outcome?
It can only be by imperceptible degrees. Americans by nature do not roll over when attacked from the front. Freedom cannot be taken from us... but it can be handed over willingly to con men. There was a time when Americans stood on their own two feet and would have been appalled at the thought of enlisting the government for help. But apparently, desperation can soften up a population, and men will discard their principles for a loaf of bread. I’m sure that some shame was felt at first - a little during the “trust-busting” days of the turn of the 20th century, and more so in the bread lines of the Great Depression years - but nowhere now do I see any shame at all. It is now taken as a given that it is the governments’ job to regulate, restrict, prohibit, and prescribe. Absurdly, bureaucrats whose interests lie in consolidating power are propped up as the safeguards of prosperity, while businessmen whose livelihoods depend upon pleasing customers are painted as the enemy.
The American spirit has not broken; it has withered. We bleed not from a few mortal wounds, but from countless small cuts - the “cuts” being ideas, of course - over more than a century. We are slain not with swords but with pins. It is death by a thousand pricks.
And since the “bailout” bill is fresh in my mind and the villains this week are the Senators and Representatives of the United States, I am tempted to call it death by 535 pricks. If the phrase has a coarse secondary meaning, I make no apology for it.