Government: The Locked DoorSubmitted by RobHino on Mon, 02/25/2013 - 23:23
Imagine a city...it could be a big city...or a small one.
Imagine all the roads into town...
Except for one.
There's one entry in and out of the city....a door...it's locked.
Can you see the line of cars and people waiting to get in and out of the city?
The people are talking to each other.
There's a guard at the door.
He's got a list.
"Are you on the list?"
"How do I get in that line over there? It seems to be moving a lot faster."
The guard is an agent, the door, government. The city is the market.
To control the city, control the door and who gets a pass or even a key.
There has been a breach.
Other doors, entries into the city, start opening.
Could the government maintain its control?
No one is against doors. We're against one door.
We want to build our own doors, and retain the keys.
We want to decide who and what comes in our doors.
The guard's door is kept locked for things we believe, but opens for that which we don't.
Our door opens for what we believe, and closes for that which we don't.
Government is a door to keep people out, a door to hold people in, a door that restricts passage, a door that stops a cool breeze in the summer, a door on a furnace which smothers a fire.
This applies to the market especially.
What endeavor can be taken without knocking on the door and asking the guard to check his list before he subjects you to passage fees?
Traveling? Business? Producing? Building? Hunting? Fishing? Education? Energy?
"Guard! Behold, I intend to travel to the sea and hook a fish to feed my family. May I pass?"
"You're not on the list peasant. Your travel fees are delinquent. Your fish permit expired last fall, and my records show you cut 7 lawns last week. I'll tell you what, discreetly, give me 10 shillings, and you may pass. 5 more and 2 fish will get you back in upon your return."
Two women, they were teachers, and a young girl approach the guard. They have been traveling for 3 days.
"You're not on the list ladies."
"We heard you were hiring teachers. We're desperate. My daughter has fallen ill, and we are hungry. We have our own supplies and books."
"I can let two of you in. We're approaching Stage 1 Rationing & Restrictions. You can leave the supplies and books in that bin."
"But, uh...that's the trash...??"
When will society, that is the collective "you," realize we must simply go around the guard, for the door has no fences.
Have you ever come up to a double glass door and seen a line of people herding single-file through one of the doors, generally the right?
Are you the kind of person that waits in line, or simply pulls on the next door only to find it is unlocked...open...waiting for you to escape?