@mysilentme - I agree with most of what you say except for me government could never be the answer unless it fulfilled the needs which the private sector refuses to provide for.

I have an affinity with the Federalist Party, primarily Hamilton and Jay but mostly Hamilton

In that period of time the Hamiltonian vision which is what we essentially lived under until the time of Woodrow Wilson was prgmatic – viz., the government was limited as was its ability to raise money. In order to succeed independently the US had to establish and maintain a sound currency, publi credit, &c so for no other real reason than practicality growth and taxation of private enterprise would be the chief means to provvidefor the general welfare at the Federal level.

I enjoy life. I like waking up and like every day until someone ruins it, mostly that for me is noise. All barking dogs and loud children ought to be sent away, exterminated or just delivered from me. This coincides with Conservatives. Their approach is “want” you are to “want” space, acreage, large homes that pretty pussy can enjoy living in and as long as they’re paid remain reasonablly faithful. My approach is the rule of law. The conflict results by those who swear to administer it in exchange for the means to buy their pussy mansion or at least their fake stone front pussy ranch house – these are the things that make good cops go bad, Judges take bribes and women resort to prostituion. Is there any joy in that? Not for me even if I had money to buy it. It is a dull shallow superficial existence. You can have it, enjoy never having enough and always wanting more because that’s all that that promises. People chose to live it though and that’s America. I’ve been there and done that enough to know what I’m talking about and what do you do that allows you to write these diatribes in the afternoon on a weekday?

The deep issue is that when I go before a Judge and he sees who and what I am the first impulse that jolts the juices of his asshole wide oopen to rest comfortably at his bench are memories of the fine china plates of shit he dutifully ate to the pleasure of his University professoors that did the same before him. Learning all of the proper manners and techniques involved in the now classical execution of proper shit eating. The banquets are private. Even the servants are white. And then he remembers how his humiliation was enhanced by all of the money he had to borrow in order to pay for is habit and penchant in pursing the perection and completeness of classical shit eating. He remembers how difficult it was for him to find employment; how impossible it was for him to afford clothes, car and most especially pussy, while accruing ever somore debt in support of his habit. Finallly with cowlick present along with his fresh shitty undie hash marks hidden by a nice neat haircut and knock off business suit: a friend of his father’s said, “he’s a good boy, he’s been properly initiated” hence, he was allowed to rent a cubicle at his first LLP. He looks back on those times and remembers the cases he took a fall on, for the pride of corrupt officials or the monney their whores demanded.

O how he obsequiously demonstrated all of the proper shit eating techniques to them, with true heart felth meanning and faith drawing on each and every manner he learned at University. Kneeling in fesh brown lipstick praying to God who he trusts; and then he finally remembers, while he was practically on the verge of buying what he felt might be his first prime pussy and she felt he might be the wallet of her life – hhis lipstick was right and he was wearing the right uniform; he had to instead spend the money on political contributons in effect purchasing the office, the bench the robe he sits in right now, with a free man injured seeking vindication of his rights, standing proudly before him demanding his due rememdy for the unjust injuries and wrongs he has suffered, but instead of fulfilling his duties and obligations he is drawn away from the Liberal beaten path and imagines the boundless pretence of “discretion” by privilege after all he now holds the fasces and wants to take that rod in his hand and say to the free man – “who do you think you are; do you realize how much shit I’ve eaten and how much money I paid to get where I am right now and you expect I’m going to allow you to be happy and content and enjoy your property just like me”? Being that he’s a worthless shit eating whore with no balls he simply says, “case dismissed”

So without the rule of law the only way I couold agree with you in terms of what I’ve already said is if Conservative idiots are driven from government. They are genetically incapable of administering public office. Shit eating and their Love in the sense of duty and obligation tey imagine in exchange for being paid to eat shit and do wrong for other has been inextricably intertwined into their DNA, exterminate them or have them do something more suitable like cleaning toilets.