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Freedom: sort of a big deal

July 15th, 2010

I imagine that lots of people would shake their heads at my crusade to repeal the “Casual Profanity” rule in the Spokane County Parks and Rec adult softball league. It seems pretty trivial, after all. What’s the big deal about curbing my language for a couple hours once or twice a week? Am I such a prolific and uncontrollable cuss that I can’t control my tongue for such a brief period of time?

Well, the answer is actually quite easy. The reason I’m taking on this little fight is:

  • I’m an adult and like to be treated like one, without a nanny umpire telling me what I can and cannot say.
  • The government doesn’t have the right to dictate what words I use in a softball game.
  • The heavy-handed umpire restrictions are getting worse. Three weeks ago it was the F-Bomb. Two weeks ago it was “Shit”. Last week it was “Crap”. What’s it gonna be today?
  • Oh yeah, there’s the little matter of the First Amendment.

Look, I’m not a big cusser, but occasionally I do let fly a colorful adjective, as is my right as a mature adult. I was happy to grant the government power over my speech for four years, because in most cases the power was not used, or used sparingly. But that power has been abused, and so now it must be taken away.

Once we realize that the government is really only interested in exercising power, the better off we all will be. Sure, some uses of that power are justified, and necessary, but there are way too many areas in which we have wrongly handed over our freedom to government in the interest of safety, security, or a cuss-free softball game.

It’s got to stop somewhere, don’t you think?

In a similar vein, John Stossel, writing for Reason.com notes that among some of the things at which government excels, lately it seems the most pervasive seems to be attacks on freedom.

Something’s happened to America, and it isn’t good. It’s become easier to get into trouble. We’ve become a nation of a million rules. Not the kind of bottom-up rules that people generate through voluntary associations. Those are fine. I mean imposed, top-down rules formed in the brains of meddling bureaucrats who think they know better than we how to manage our lives.

So maybe I’m making a big deal about cuss words and softball, but then again, perhaps we all should ask ourselves, “What freedom will we be losing next?”

I think in light of that, the question “Why fight to cuss?” pretty much answers itself.

Buddy, can you spare some optimism?

April 12th, 2010

It’s been hard to give much thought to this blog for the last few weeks. It’s not that I don’t have things to say, or that there aren’t news stories out there to mock, or fart jokes to make. The truth is that there are countless things to write about, but just about every one of them makes me angry or depressed. There’s Obama; the economy; baseball (specifically the Mariners… ack!); Obama; government; socialism; the weather; Obama; the end of American greatness; health care; the ongoing loss of liberty; did I mention Obama?

What’s a fellow to do?

I went to a party last Friday and for a brief period of time (specifically, the amount of time it took for me to get stinking drunk and then sober up) I forgot all the trials of this troubled world and simply had a good time. On Saturday I paid the price for such inattention; but with the help of my favorite hangover food (a foot long from Subway) I eventually recovered. In hindsight, I don’t think drinking heavily is the answer, especially now that the evil geniuses (or morons, depending on your party affiliation) that run the State of Washington have seen fit to increase taxes on alcohol. Frankly, the thought that I’m helping solve Governor Gregoire’s budget problems with every drink is a real buzz-kill (new anti-beer-tax slogan: “They Tax: We Swallow” – well, maybe it needs a little work).

On Sunday, I went jogging and completed my ritual 2-mile ObamaCare evasion drill. Two-miles is about all my knees can handle these days, especially in cold weather. Once it warms a bit, I can probably stretch it to three-miles, at the most. I felt good after the run, and my canine companions (my Joggy-Doggies) were happy as well. I’m training Boris to stay by my left side, so I run with a snack in my left hand and him keeping pace, trying to pry my hand open. I give it to him after a dozen paces or so, then we do it all over again. By the end of the jog, I had Boris by my side for a whole lap. Then I forgot about his drool and wiped my head with my left hand. Ick. In the long run (pun intended) physical exertion is not the solution to my depressing outlook, although it helps for the short term.

There are so many things going wrong right now, it’s hard to point out the worst. Here’s my (incomplete) list, though I haven’t decided which depresses me the most.

  • The impossibility of balancing the government’s budget.
  • The irrelevance of the Constitution
  • The false belief that government intervention can make things better
  • The false hope that government intervention will make things better
  • The death of American Exceptionalism in the minds of so many Americans
  • How envy is now somehow more noble than greed
  • The amazing amount of freedom and liberty that has already been taken away without protest
  • How little we realize what we have lost as a nation by favoring security over freedom

I could go on, but what’s the point. Nobody will read this far anyway.

Tomorrow, stay tuned for more depressing news as I talk about the 2010 Mariners.

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