“As I said, I think it’s great that and others think that we can turn this around, but the demographics shout “no”!”
Samuel Adams answers you:
“If ye love wealth better than liberty,
the tranquility of servitude
better than the animating contest of freedom,
go home from us in peace.
We ask not your counsels or your arms.
Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you.
May your chains set lightly upon you,
and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen.”
Mr. Adams’ words do not apply to me. If fighting breaks out I intend to join the ranks of those who believe in freedom. But if it doesn’t, and the noose continues to be tightened and the people at large decide to not contest the matter, there is nothing I—or you, that matter—can do.
All I can say is that I’m glad that I chose to not reproduce. I would hate to think of my children growing up in a dictatorship. I’m old and that softens the blow to me.
That’s my position and I really have nothing more to say.