Two pieces of good news, today, and one bad.
I showed up at the gym for my workout and though I’ve never discussed politics with him, my personal trainer says: "you didn’t vote, did you?" Nope. With others standing around, he proceeds to tell me that when he was going over the list of appointments this morning, he thought of the election and then figured that every one of his clients would go vote, save one — me. I was about his last and so far he was batting .1000. So for my money, it’s astoundingly good news that I come off like that to people without even broaching the subject.
So then I figure, OK, since I’ve got them all here… I proceed to invoke the metaphor to Frédéric Bastiat’s more concrete description of The State.
Government is the great fiction through which everybody endeavors to live at the expense of everybody else.
I think I read Billy calling it Cannibal-Pot Hysteria back in 2003 and I’ve been stealing it ever since. So I tell them: "It’s all — soup-to-nuts — just about the hysteria surrounding a cannibal pot; who gets tossed in, who gets to feast."
They all laugh, so they get it. More good news. But then I have to wonder how it is that if someone gets it, why they would laugh. Then it dawns on me: everyone thinks they’re going to get to feast.
Of course. That’s is why they vote, right? So there’s your bad news. If I watch the local news I can see one-off incidents of depravity cross my TV screen on a nightly basis. Today I get to witness mass depravity. Bea just informed me she didn’t vote. It’s her call and I wouldn’t say anything if she did, but knowing she didn’t just fills me with pride and joy.
So here’s to being a good citizen (don’t vote) and to being a good parent (teach your kids that it’s pathetic scam for herds, depraved at that, and not worthy of a rational person’s time or attention).