Easy Predictions
This was always going to suck. It’s not to gloat. Well, maybe it’s okay to smirk just a bit. Anyone who knew all along how hideously the latest governmental schemes would unfold won’t be rewarded by exemptions from hideous mandates, so the satisfaction of being right about what would go wrong is the only consolation prize. We’re on Wheel of Fortune, and another contestant bought a Z as a vowel with our money.
Those who glumly noticed how the future was doomed to become a dreary present are disinclined to point out who’s always been correct. But inept bettors who failed to beat the point spread are so dang insistent that what’s wrong keeps working. Sore losers encourage gloating.
Soothsayers perform the simple trick of noticing what’s happened. Enduring the same dumb mistakes again is an unfair advantage for those who pay attention.
We may as well learn from humanity’s errors. But some of us never do. Specifically and uncannily, those who keep inflicting flaming catastrophes proudly refuse to retain lessons. Discarding lessons previous generations endured insults our ancestors. Don’t statists want to honor those who came before us?
Did you know our so-called Constitution doesn’t even contain an insurance mandate? The Supreme Court refuses to show where it keeps spotting the directive, as the ability to see even invisible rules shows why they got those jobs in the first place.
The stupid cruel frontier mentality where people buy their own health care would lead to nothing but responsibility paired with the best quality at lowest price. We could call this monstrous setup a free market. While addressing your own needs is the apex of meanness, it sure beats constant and frequent examples of just why trying to get things for free in a market costs us fortunes.
Wise old-timers understood all along, as did whippersnappers willing to learn what happened earlier than three days ago. Politicians never grasp simple lessons, which is why they keep conjuring silly solutions. Government is only vaguely necessary for very specific tasks. Those roles are actually listed if anyone wants to bother reading the rulebook. It’s on the inside lid of the America board game.
Arsonists don’t make good firefighters. Their insight is suspiciously specific. And excessively eager recruits only seem to know how to start trouble, not end it. As for professional gasoline-spewers, the state unleashes itself on the exact sort of problems it engenders.
A disturbing percentage of citizens conclude politicians know best even after enduring every example to the contrary. Bitching about the contraption used to address the task for which it’s not designed will not make it change functions. Cars don’t float if you pass a law saying they’re ships.
Deciding just what gender you are doesn’t need to provoke anxiety. Escape pondering with the realization that it’s already been chosen. Let it relax you instead of feeling indignant that you weren’t consulted. Yes, it’s mean that we don’t get to pick. But we don’t get a vote for existing in the first place, either.
Humans are notoriously sound when making decisions, which is why nobody has ever regretted anything. The sensation that one’s naughty bits were assigned improperly may pass. There’s no need to be stubborn just a prove a point that defies biology. The difference between spending too much or having an extra drink is that money and sobriety can return.
Speech is just another marketplace. Buy what you find useful. Liberals naturally loathe the option to sell. Trusting good products and ideas will win out is terrifying to insecure government fans who fear unenlightened rabble will choose poorly.
Encountering terrifying accurate descriptions of gender and the president’s grifting kid’s misadventures is too much to bear for sensitive safe space residents, who demand social media becomes much less social for some. If the process of sifting through the notions of others yourself seems nerve-wracking, imagine the alternative where Joe Biden chooses how money’s spent and what notions are permitted. Living a dystopian nightmare provokes more woe than expected.
Humans ostensibly capable of free will sure are adamant about opposing a world where they’re free to make decisions. Autonomy’s enemies are often acting in their own self-interest. Those who struggle with the torture of choice should make helper friends who can guide them through life’s cruel vicissitudes instead of imposing their desire to never have to make a choice without the authorization of authorities.
It takes an abundance of confidence to look at the failures of central planning and announce they’ll do it right this time. Ignorance is a preferable excuse, which is surely a promising sign. Acting like they know better than accumulated wisdom takes an uncommon amount of boldness. As with consistency in failure, some aspects are not necessarily beneficial.
I thought collectivists were into communal goals. But they adore disregarding everything people before them learned. Refusing to respect lessons earned by the elders doesn’t sound like a way of appreciating the simple wisdom of those who preceded us in simpler times. The rest of us unfortunately know what they won’t learn. Some outcomes are too easy to guess.