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Accentuating the Liberal in Classical Liberal: Advocating Ascendency of the Individual & a Politick & Literature to Fight the Rise & Rise of the Tax Surveillance State. 'Illigitum non carborundum'.

Liberty and freedom are two proud words that have been executed from the political lexicon: they were frog marched and stood before a wall of blank minds, then forcibly blindfolded, and shot, with the whimpering staccato of ‘equality’ and ‘fairness’ resounding over and over. And not only did this atrocity go unreported by journalists in the mainstream media, they were in the firing squad.

The premise of this blog is simple: the Soviets thought they had equality, and welfare from cradle to grave, until the illusory free lunch of redistribution took its inevitable course, and cost them everything they had. First to go was their privacy, after that their freedom, then on being ground down to an equality of poverty only, for many of them their lives as they tried to escape a life behind the Iron Curtain. In the state-enforced common good, was found only slavery to the prison of each other's mind; instead of the caring state, they had imposed the surveillance state to keep them in line. So why are we accumulating a national debt to build the slave state again in the West? Where is the contrarian, uncomfortable literature to put the state experiment finally to rest?

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Sunday, May 4, 2014

This Concept Called ‘Bro’. No.


This ditty comes sideways from a post I’ll be putting up tomorrow (or Tuesday), and is merely a little bug bear which has been building up over time, and given my next post will annoy a lot of people, I may as well go for broke beforehand. I have never called anyone on the Internet, or whom I’ve met the once in the pub, or wherever, ‘bro’. And I am distinctly uncomfortable being called that.

Call it my anal (as in religiosity, though atheist now), prudish, keep an arm’s length away from my personal space and face please, up-bringing, but to be either a bro(er) or bro(ee) then in my book we would had to have, over at least the last thirty years, debated every topic under the sun and fallen out over at least four of them,  responsibly and perhaps irresponsibly drunk a reasonable amount of alcohol together, (over a certain era) smoked a bit/lot of weed together, been to each other’s wedding (singular in my case, but perhaps many for yourself), been there through each other’s triumphs, and pain, and  … you get the point.

It’s not a biggie, in the scheme of things, and there is of course a certain healthy symbolism in a bro(ership) especially if it spans some type of divide, and for many I ‘get it’ that it is just an idiom of speech, I’m not getting at anyone in anyway in this post, but, it just doesn’t quite sit right, that’s all. Sit right, that is, with me.

Um, that’s all. Though for the record, I have only a single male bro, though I’ve never called him such. And Mrs H became one by default on 21 March, 1991.


1 comment:

  1. Hey, man.

    As a Christian, I don't have any problems with 'bro'.