Saturday, September 1, 2007

Opening Day

Hello... hello... is this thing on? This is mine own message in a bottle and if anyone is reading, allow me to thank you in advance.

Special thanks also go out to the Trophy Wife (hereinafter T.W.) for setting this thing up for me and encouraging me to actually write down and post my thoughts instead of just pestering her with them.

I suppose if you are reading this you may be interested in the one who put the scrap of paper in the bottle as it were:

The divine Miss Dickinson pretty much nails it.


I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.


This nobody has opinions however, and as supreme power in Mike-istan, I intend to share them (or at least write them). The whole Mike-istan thing is admittedly a conceit, but I think it points to an important issue - we are all master of our own minds; we all own ourselves. I am not the originator of this idea; it is standard libertarian fare, and very profound when you think about it.

If someone kicked open your door and tried to take your stuff, regardless of whether or not you were in a position to stop them, you would be hurt, angry, enraged and offended. Every day people are trying to do just that with your mind: commercials, solicitors, and ads are one way it is done, but add to that politicians and special interest groups who want to use the power of the government to make you drive, eat, and think what they want.

Maybe it is just me, but as my own nobody, I become very angry when some a**hole decides he knows what is better for me than me. But what really frosts me is when he doesn't have the decency to try and sell me on the prescription, but goes right to the legislature to have it enacted as a statute. I believe the term for this is skull-f***ed without the courtesy of a reach-around.

Well... just let them try - my mind is stocked with many sharp, pointy objects and stands ready to lacerate the... uhm, er, aaah, okay we're heading into the darker reaches of metaphor land here, and I've got to go out and buy ammo, so I think I'll pick this up later after... after the meds kick in.


Farewell and God Bless

1 comment:

Breda said...

Hooray! I'm so proud of you and can't wait to be a witness to your genius.

xo