Tyranny and lunacy

IN THE PREDAWN darkness of every morning, I turn on this computer — a nice, hot coffee at my side — and I commence eyeball-rolling.

What prompts this is reading news from above the Rio Bravo, the goings-on in that once-great nation, things that would cause me to burst out in hysterical laughter were not the events so tragic.

Let’s focus on just two grim examples today. The first comes from the rotting culture. The second has to do with ever-fading freedom in what once was the Land of Liberty — the home of the free and the brave!

rainbowFirst:  The federal government is painting the porous southern border and its lawlessness with rainbow colors. Yes, the same people who lit the White House with childlike Crayolas have now extended that rainbow to the very edge of my home of Mexico.

And in so doing, they have applied the “gender identity” silliness to the Border Patrol. New rules include phrases like “gender conforming,” “intersex,” “gender identity,” “gender nonconforming,” and so on.

This is, of course, the type of arrant babble that emanates from the Oval Office and universities, the sort of stuff that only people who vote the Democrat Party subscribe to. Sensible folks know there are only two genders and the rare quirk of nature called hermaphrodites.

hammerSecond:  This has to do with liberty. In order to keep money rolling into government coffers to fund the ballooning, European-style, welfare state, all levels of government increasingly intrude into private affairs to threaten and extort.

You cannot even charge to braid hair in Texas without paying the government, just one example of the growing tyranny of “occupational licensing,” which is a fancy-pants term for “you want to work, you give us a cut.” This is called a protection racket when guys named Guido do it.

Yes, every morning I read this stuff, this nonsense, this government oppression, and I weep for my former nation. Then I go downstairs and have a toasted bagel with Philly cheese, lite. I breathe a sigh of relief for being south of the Rio Bravo where life is sweet and free.