I won’t comply either. And yes, I’m willing to go to jail over this. Some things are more important than comfort.
Pardon my skepticism, but I’ll believe it when I see it.
“I won’t comply either.”
Neither will I, and here’s another way to describe that noncomplance.
Remember when Nazi Pelosi said, “Hey, quit your job, start a band, be an artist, live, love and be happy—free health care!”? (In her inimitable ditzy manner.)
http://www.saveyourrights.com/healthcare/nancy-pelosi-touting-free-healthcare-to-some-to-be-paid-by-the-rest-of-us/
It’s our answer to Cloward-Piven. They aren’t expecting those of us who are producers to put down our tools and keyboards and climb on board the `gravy train’ with their people. Call it `going mini-Galt’ or whatever.
The sun eventually goes down in the west, regardless of quantitative easing (or whatever they want to call patching a muffler with duct tape) and the cows make their way home and the chickens eventually roost.
This just speeds up the process. Zero will blame blame Bush but the whole house of cards of collapses, and it doesn’t take long. The left becomes irrelevant since “a hungry stomach knows no politics.”
Those of us who remember how to work, well, we start over and we don’t make the same mistakes again so that we don’t wind up with another “Great Society.” You don’t work, you don’t eat. Period.