It sounded like Hannity had an open line to the #OccupyWallStreet moochers on his radio show this afternoon. One raving idiot spewing forth ignorance after another. One I remember suggested we take money away from corporations and use it “for the starving children around the world.” Another said something about “No one should be allowed to earn a billion dollars, no one can spend a billion dollars.” I’m not so sure about that, I’m pretty sure I’d really enjoy a run at proving that wrong. And really, hasn’t B Hussein Obama already blown that one out of the water? But one other question occurred to me. I’ve flirted with liberalism and a few other ideas over the years. That same question was always enough to pull me back from the precipice.
Who gets to decide?
“We should take their money away and use it for the starving children of the world.” Who gets to decide who’s money were going to take? Who gets to decide who gets to keep their money? Who gets to decide what starving children get the money?
“People shouldn’t get paid 10 million dollar bonuses.” Who gets to decide what the upper limit is?
“People shouldn’t earn millions of dollars a year.” Who gets to decide what a suitable salary is?
When I was younger Paul Harvey supported a program of selective breeding for humans. He claimed (and I fear he may have been right) that it was the only hope mankind had. Look no further than #OccupyWallStreet to see where the expanding shallow end of the gene pool has gotten us. But there was that question again… Who gets to decide who reproduces and who doesn’t?
We’ve seen countless examples of this in just the last few years. Too big to fail? Who gets to decide what is too big and what isn’t?
Who gets to decide? B Hussein Obama? Nancy Pelosi? Johnny McLame? eburke? Cold Warrior? EPU? Lady Penguin? Who do you trust the most?
And then comes the next question. What do they get to decide? How much money I can make? How long before they decide to decide where I can work to earn that money? How long until they decide what kind of car I can drive to the job they picked for me? Where I can go to buy the clothes I wear to that job? Depending on who you picked to make your decisions the time to these uncomfortable questions will vary, but sooner or later they are going to begin making decisions you don’t want them to make.
The only answer is Freedom, for those of you camping on Wall Street they called it Liberty in the olden days. You won’t like my decisions any more than I would like yours. Leave me with the Freedom to make my own decisions, I’ll leave you with yours.