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What Makes Frary Run?LOTS and LOTS of people have asked me “Why on Earth are you running for Congress”? I hear a lot of folks saying that you can’t get elected to Congress by telling the Truth and treating voters like adults, but I haven’t noticed anyone with the brass to actually TRY it. Maybe its time someone DID. We have a Congress whose approval ratings have sunk to historic lows. This month a Washington Post poll showed 32% approval, 60% disapproval. The public believes it has accomplished little or nothing of value. Speaker Pelosi is reduced to counting among its “key accomplishments” bills to regulate cribs and high chairs and place drain covers on pools. Mike Michaud is an interchangeable part of this noisy circus, voting with his party 96.3% of the time. Nothing distinguishes him from the rest of the mob. His major accomplishment? A job for Mike Michaud paying $165,000 a year with perks. Putting it simply, someone has to run a “disincumbency” campaign against this ignorant hack and no one else came forward. Statistically, incumbents enjoy a virtual free ride back into office. Few of them deserve it. But the REAL REASON IS... I’ve been worrying since the eighth grade about this quote about the future of the United States from the famous French historian ALEXIS De TOCQUEVILLE, and I haven’t seen any reason to stop worrying lately: ON THE LIBERAL WELFARE STATE, should one arise in America: “It would resemble the power of a benevolent father if, like him, it had for its object to prepare men for manhood, but on the contrary, it seeks only to keep them fixed irrevocably in childhood. It likes citizens to enjoy themselves provided that they think only of enjoying themselves... it willingly works for their happiness, but it wants to be the unique agent and sole arbiter of that happiness. It provides for their security, foresees and secures their needs, facilitates their pleasures, conducts their principal affairs, directs their industry, regulates their estates, divides their inheritances. Can it not take away from them entirely the trouble of thinking and the pain of living. [This state] extend sits arms over society as a whole. It covers its surface with a network of small, complicated, painstaking, uniform rules through which the most original minds and the most vigorous souls cannot clear a way to surpass the crowds... it does not tyrannize; it hinders, compromises, enervates, extinguishes, dazes and finally reduces each nation to being nothing more that a herd of timid and industrious animals of whom the government is the shepherd.” Any of this sound familiar?
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Does this sound familiar?"Duties on every article which enters the mouth, or covers the back or is placed under the foot---taxes on everything which is pleasant to see, hear, smell or taste---taxes upon warmth, light and locomotion---taxes on everything on earth, and the waters under the earth---taxes on everything that comes from abroad or is made at home---taxes on the raw material---taxes on every fresh value that is added to it by the industry of man---taxes on the sauce which pampers man's appetite, and the drug that restores him to health---on the ermine that decorates the judge and the rope that hangs the criminal---on the poor man's salt and the rich man's spice---on the brass nails of the coffin and the ribands of the bride---at bed or board, couchant or levant, we must pay---the schoolboy whips his taxed top---the beardless youth manages his taxes horse, with a taxed bridle, on a taxed road---and the dying Englishman, pouring his medicine which has paid 7 percent, into a spoon that has paid 15 per cent, flings himself back on his chintz bed, which has paid 22 percent---and expires in the arms of an apothecary who has paid a license of 100 pounds for the privilege of putting him to death. His whole property is then taxed from 2 to 10 percent---besides the probate, large fees are demanded for burying him in the chancel---his virtues are handed down to posterity on taxed marble---and he is then gathered to his fathers, to be taxed no more." Sydney Smith, Edinburgh Review, 1838 |