Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Son of a Liberty's Bitch!

About a year ago I had one of those strange, vivid dreams that sticks in my memory and won't go away. In it I traveled through time to speak to Mike Vanderboegh about a matter of great importance. I established my bona fides with him by predicting the precise prices of some volatile stocks over a period of two or three weeks (it's a dream, OK? details from the subconscious can be a bit sketchy). Mr. Vanderboegh then asked me about the future. I told him, "The good news is, your side wins."

"What's the bad news?", he asked me with a grin.

"Your side wins."

Yeah, it's an old joke -- I know that. Still, the recent brouhaha between Vanderboegh and Kerodin reminds me of it. I am honestly beginning to wonder if it really matters any more whether we win this thing or not. Maybe I'll follow the lead of my buddy over on Living in Babylon and stock up on Ganja (do you guys still call it that?) then crawl inside a drug induced haze while the the assholes of the world fart in the general direction of each other.

Maybe tomorrow after the Southern Comfort wears off I'll feel differently.

1 comment:

  1. Heh. It's funny because as I watched that happen, I thought of your avatar.

    The fact is that getting the Liberty Sphere moving in the same direction requires navigation around some substantial egos. We are afraid of cults of personality by default, because a cult of personality can suborn the rights of the individual easily.

    That said, I think MVB's definition of the battlespace-where the military leadership somehow stops following the orders of a sitting POTUS-is a fairy tale. I think what we are looking at is balkanization rather than a constitutional restoration-and I question fundamentally whether we deserve to be saved.

    It comes down to "Would you prefer Dystopia or Mad Max?"


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