Who were we before we became Americans in 1776? We were just a bunch of dumb hayseed colonists, squatters, peasants with pitchforks to King George III.
I can imagine George Washington and the boys sitting around the fire one night with George saying something like: “Lads ... I grow tired of being under King George's thumb.” I’m sure shouts of “Amen” no doubt drown out that fire’s crackling roar. I can just hear him saying something like: “We bow to a Creator, men, but to no man! I’ve been throwing around this idea of a Republic … Who's with me? ”
Fast-forward a few years and things look a bit dim for the Republic, circa the Depression. But along came someone by the name of FDR who proclaimed: “Have I got a deal for you!” A lot of us peasants were desperate then. He promised us a few shekels if we gave him what he wanted, our vote of confidence.
We kept bestowing that scepter upon FDR for quite a while until something called term limits kicked in.
Buying votes sounded just a bit too heinous so it was packaged as something called social reform, Security, an entitlement for all.
FDR was well-versed in the Robin Hood theory; take from the rich, give to the poor. Ironically enough, you can’t dip from that well too many times before it withers away - hence today.
Beyond that palace called DC is where the subjects live. Some see themselves as loyal and long for their reward of dependence each month. In their opinion they’re peasants, always will be. But the strategy of buying the loyalty of a Republic, at least 51%, through a deluded sense of social welfare is nothing more than twisted manipulation. There's something wrong with trying to buy loyalty; a vote of confidence need be earned.
There are Republican and Democrat alike who hate their fellow man, tea-partiers. They brandish nicknames like “The Elite” or “The Establishment.” The tea party is just a bunch of dumb hayseed Constitutionalists with pitchforks to them.
Those individuals are infected with the disease which plagues the Capital. They lavish themselves with a ludicrous sense of nobility. They purge from their thoughts the fact they’re nothing more than peasants too, who’ve been granted favor by a majority of fellow peasants. Lady Pelosi, Lord Boehner, Sir Reid, or your Majesty Obama doesn’t quite have such an appealing ring, now does it?
A senior Senator from my state dwelled at that DC palace for some 40 years. He loved to lecture on his ascendancy and many accomplishments, never really entertaining or answering a question at all - I know.
The other Senator from my state was once a politician, then a lobbyist, now a Senator once more. He's infected with that ludicrous sense of nobility as well, for he never answers the queries of this subject. I know because I’ve tried many times to plead before him, but it’s all been in vain. He's donned that cloak once more, garnished that mythical plaque - clemency is for but six years though.
My Congressman is somewhat of a freshman. Some claim he's a tea party member. It's been said he can't be bought, refreshingly not tainted. He told tell me once, in an e-mail, to stay in touch. I wonder if he thinks of himself as a peasant, like me?
Do you think I'm spinning a metaphorical yarn here? I wish I were. Freedom’s worth the fight however, even if the assault comes from upon high.
Greg Allen’s column, Thinkin’ Out Loud, has been published bi-monthly since 2009. He’s an author, nationally syndicated columnist and the founder of Builder of the Spirit in Jamestown, Indiana, a non-profit organization aiding the poor. He can be reached at www.builderofthespirit.org or follow him on Twitter @GregAllencolumn.