January 8, 2014

Blink Blink

By Tammy Derouin

It’s a Looney Tune world!  I end the year with the Coyote and begin the year in an Elmer Fudd like scene.  Duck Season!  Wabbit Season!  Duck Season!  Wabbit Season!  Will it or won’t it happen?  I eventually heard the shot.  My beak, filled with holes, landed on top of my head.  I’m left holding a handful of buckshot, blink, blink.

And so the year begins.  As the coaster pulls away, I begin the year without a job.  I will be separated, for a little while, from the job that pays the bills.  I’ve been through this before but now I’m the only source of income.  It’s supposed to be short term.  I’ve been given no reason to think otherwise but still, not a welcome beginning to the year. 

Those who know me, know how much I value a sense of humor.  I grew up watching Looney Tunes.  I’ve referenced those classic Bugs Bunny cartoons many times throughout my life.  Childhood laughter continued as an adult.  Most cartoons are age oriented.  Good humor doesn’t change with age.  If anything, the older you get, the more you appreciate Looney Tunes.

I guess this is where my appreciation for sarcastic humor began.  Who else but Bugs Bunny could calmly look down the barrel of a gun, chew on a carrot and get the better of his opponent?  Oh yes, while delivering a one liner such as, “Shhhhhhhh!  I’m about to defy you.”   There really are lessons behind the gun powder.

Bugs Bunny’s life is full of interesting characters.  Most stay true to their characteristic form, when they deviate, there’s a motive.  As much as I love to watch Daffy Duck and Yosemite Sam lose their temper, you never turn your back on them.  Sylvester will always chase Tweety.  Marvin the Martian wants to destroy the earth.  Tasmanian Devil will destroy everything in his path to obtain his desired goal.  Is this life imitating art or art imitating life? 

I remember some controversy in my early adult years involving Looney Tunes.  Would Little Johnny run off a cliff thinking he would recover from the fall?  Would he climb into an oven, swallow dynamite, or paint a dog’s tongue – before or after beating his backside?   Most of these cartoons were made years before, no casualties to report.    

There was a time when common sense was either something you were born with or something life taught.  I once worked with a girl who felt Looney Tunes were too violent.  Stupid is what stupid does.  Some guys had convinced her that her tail lights weren’t working.  During lunch she went out to check.  She pressed the brake down and quickly ran to the back repeatedly, to see if they were working.  I’m not kidding! 

The guys provided a real life Looney Tune moment, and they knew it.  I sat back and enjoyed the show.  It was difficult to watch but some life lessons are painful.  Unfortunately, she left thinking her tail lights weren’t working.  Oh, to be the mechanic at the garage!

Somewhere along the line, those who have a common sense deficiency have made it their goal to wrap everyone in bubble wrap.  How did man make it so far without government intervention?  How is it that man is the dominate species?  We have a brain that learns from our experiences.  We are even so advanced that some logic doesn’t need to be learned.  We will actually stop at the edge of the cliff.  We aren’t sheep mindlessly following the herd or are we?

Most of us grew up in the real world where there were consequences for our actions.  Taking the gun off the mantle was only done to hunt, protect your family, home and property.  It was understood what pulling the trigger meant.

The younger generations have been gravely overprotected.  Because of this error, they haven’t been able to learn or feel the consequences of their actions.  The government and society have overstepped their boundaries.  Protection is so extreme that one feels negligent if Little Johnny isn’t wrapped in bubble wrap to go outside and play.

 I survived riding in vehicles without seat belts and learned to ride a bike without a helmet and every pad now available.  I skinned my knees, got bumps and bruises and I lived to tell about it.

Cartoon violence in my day was understood to be entertainment.  It was funny because it wasn’t realistic. Kids didn’t act out what they watched.  Today’s cartoons, video games and entertainment, in general, are very violent and are being recreated with morbid results.

What has changed in our society?  We’ve allowed ourselves to be taken out of the driver’s seat.  The government now thinks for us which means we’ve strapped ourselves to the herd.  Will we survive the impact?  Blink, blink.

“And remember, ‘mud’ spelled backwards is ‘dum’.

Bugs Bunny

 

 

January 1, 2014

Roadrunner

By Tammy Derouin

It’s time to welcome a new and hopefully better year.  For a year that began with so much hope and optimism, wow!  I’ve referred to this past year many times as a roller coaster.  Recent years could be compared to bungee jumping or jumping out of a plane and wondering if the parachute would open.  Life has improved.

When you know ahead of time that the path is going to be rough, preparation will hopefully keep you from slamming into the dirt.  Life is full of ups and downs; that’s to be expected.  What’s deceiving is when you feel you’ve weathered the storm with blue skies on the horizon, but keep getting tossed about by wave after wave from pop-up storms.

There were times when I wanted to get off the coaster and walk away.  There were also times when I thought I had left it behind only to discover that something snagged me back.  This interruption in concentration led to the feeling that I was no longer in the cart but being dragged around from behind.  This added bonus allowed me to feel each and every individual slat as I was yanked around the track. 

At every turn there seemed to be an overabundance of challenges this past year.  I could always count on the government to provide disparaging news.  Actions by those in power have altered the fundamental foundation of our way of life.  Events that would’ve been considered fictional and unrealistic several years ago have become our reality.  Those in power have taken us off course and the people are too busy to look out the window and realize we are heading in the wrong direction.

Events closer to home have been both interesting and challenging.  Circumstances gave me the opportunity to observe how events on the world stage are very similar to events in our own little worlds.  The pattern is the same when power is abused and control is the goal.  I’ve witnessed it in my personal life.  The government and those in power have provided wonderful examples of what can happen when power and authority go unchecked.  There’s no such thing as a perfect system but a progressive is a progressive and their solution is always the same.  It’s tragic to watch as a path of destruction is set in motion time and time again.  How many times will we have to relive history?

The holiday season is not my favorite time of year.  For too many years it’s been the longest stretch of pretending life was just fine.  A few years have passed since I removed myself from a daily life of despair.  Although life in general has been better, including the holidays, it’s also become six weeks of open season on me.  My nemesis doesn’t quit, not even for the holidays. 

I’ve noticed a similarity in this situation as well, Roadrunner and Coyote.  The Roadrunner is minding his own business, just going about life.  The Coyote continuously tries to intercept and well, destroy the Roadrunner.  It’s not the Roadrunner who’s keeping ACME Supply Co. in business.  Coyote can’t get Roadrunner no matter how hard he tries.  This infuriates Coyote which causes him to escalate every assault.  At some point the pressure cooker ends up on him and he quits, for a little while. He gathers his parts, heads back to the cave and maps out his next attack. 

Every time I dodge a boulder, an anvil or a rocket with a homing device, I’m reminded of why I left.  Staying in a difficult situation because it’s familiar, and oddly enough felt safe, isn’t beneficial and only delays the inevitable.  Feeling safe in a bad situation means you’ve adapted to your surroundings.  Happiness doesn’t exist.

Every once in a while the unexpected has perfect timing.  Some surprises generate a smile.  If you’re really fortunate it comes when you need it most.  The clouds part if only for a moment and a ray of sunshine appears.  Everything happens for a reason.

I’m grateful for all the good and the challenges that life has to offer.  Every step leads to the next.  Every experience teaches and brings something of value whether it was the expected outcome or not. 

I find myself standing in line for another ride.  Maybe this roller coaster will be a little different.  There will be ups and downs and maybe, hopefully, a little tranquility along the way.  I’ve strapped myself in and wonder what challenges and enjoyments the next year will bring.    

Failure is not an option.  I may lose some feathers along the way but I refuse to give up.  Life is a journey not a destination.  Climb aboard and take a chance.

“Beep!  Beep!”

Roadrunner

 

January 1, 2014

Roadrunner

By Tammy Derouin

It’s time to welcome a new and hopefully better year.  For a year that began with so much hope and optimism, wow!  I’ve referred to this past year many times as a roller coaster.  Recent years could be compared to bungee jumping or jumping out of a plane and wondering if the parachute would open.  Life has improved.

When you know ahead of time that the path is going to be rough, preparation will hopefully keep you from slamming into the dirt.  Life is full of ups and downs; that’s to be expected.  What’s deceiving is when you feel you’ve weathered the storm with blue skies on the horizon, but keep getting tossed about by wave after wave from pop-up storms.

There were times when I wanted to get off the coaster and walk away.  There were also times when I thought I had left it behind only to discover that something snagged me back.  This interruption in concentration led to the feeling that I was no longer in the cart but being dragged around from behind.  This added bonus allowed me to feel each and every individual slat as I was yanked around the track. 

At every turn there seemed to be an overabundance of challenges this past year.  I could always count on the government to provide disparaging news.  Actions by those in power have altered the fundamental foundation of our way of life.  Events that would’ve been considered fictional and unrealistic several years ago have become our reality.  Those in power have taken us off course and the people are too busy to look out the window and realize we are heading in the wrong direction.

Events closer to home have been both interesting and challenging.  Circumstances gave me the opportunity to observe how events on the world stage are very similar to events in our own little worlds.  The pattern is the same when power is abused and control is the goal.  I’ve witnessed it in my personal life.  The government and those in power have provided wonderful examples of what can happen when power and authority go unchecked.  There’s no such thing as a perfect system but a progressive is a progressive and their solution is always the same.  It’s tragic to watch as a path of destruction is set in motion time and time again.  How many times will we have to relive history?

The holiday season is not my favorite time of year.  For too many years it’s been the longest stretch of pretending life was just fine.  A few years have passed since I removed myself from a daily life of despair.  Although life in general has been better, including the holidays, it’s also become six weeks of open season on me.  My nemesis doesn’t quit, not even for the holidays. 

I’ve noticed a similarity in this situation as well, Roadrunner and Coyote.  The Roadrunner is minding his own business, just going about life.  The Coyote continuously tries to intercept and well, destroy the Roadrunner.  It’s not the Roadrunner who’s keeping ACME Supply Co. in business.  Coyote can’t get Roadrunner no matter how hard he tries.  This infuriates Coyote which causes him to escalate every assault.  At some point the pressure cooker ends up on him and he quits, for a little while. He gathers his parts, heads back to the cave and maps out his next attack. 

Every time I dodge a boulder, an anvil or a rocket with a homing device, I’m reminded of why I left.  Staying in a difficult situation because it’s familiar, and oddly enough felt safe, isn’t beneficial and only delays the inevitable.  Feeling safe in a bad situation means you’ve adapted to your surroundings.  Happiness doesn’t exist.

Every once in a while the unexpected has perfect timing.  Some surprises generate a smile.  If you’re really fortunate it comes when you need it most.  The clouds part if only for a moment and a ray of sunshine appears.  Everything happens for a reason.

I’m grateful for all the good and the challenges that life has to offer.  Every step leads to the next.  Every experience teaches and brings something of value whether it was the expected outcome or not. 

I find myself standing in line for another ride.  Maybe this roller coaster will be a little different.  There will be ups and downs and maybe, hopefully, a little tranquility along the way.  I’ve strapped myself in and wonder what challenges and enjoyments the next year will bring.    

Failure is not an option.  I may lose some feathers along the way but I refuse to give up.  Life is a journey not a destination.  Climb aboard and take a chance.

“Beep!  Beep!”

Roadrunner

 

December 25, 2013

Winner Takes All

By Tammy Derouin

I answered my land line, something I rarely do.  There was a moment of awkwardness when the realization set in that this wasn’t going to be easy, poor guy.  I hope I wasn’t too difficult.  The caller asked if I would be interested in participating in a political poll.  I pulled up a chair, grabbed a drink and asked if he was ready.

The first question: which political party do you belong to or which best represents your political point of view?  He gave me two choices and that’s where the fun began, for me anyway.  In all fairness, I asked if he was ready.  I also asked if these were my only choices. 

I don’t claim either party.  The Democratic Party has shifted so far to the left that they’re not even an option for me. They’re going backwards, moving in the wrong direction but calling it progress.  How is it progress when they want to steer us back to the days of a top-down system of government? 

The Republican Party isn’t much better.  They too are moving closer to the left.  They’re just a little slower at it.  Some are resisting the shift from center and question how we got so far off course.  The rule book wasn’t designed to take us backwards. 

I’m a Constitutionalist.  I vote for the party most likely to uphold the Constitution, not destroy it.  The fact that I have to consider the destruction of the Constitution is a pretty good indicator as to how far from center we have wandered.

The Progressives have infected the Democratic Party so deeply that Democratic Socialist Party is a much more realistic name.  The Republican Party lost their spine which led to their values and beliefs.  When the Republicans decided to target the Tea Party, they shot themselves in the foot.  Of course, they didn’t realize how much damage they caused so they ignored the wound.  This only made their condition worse as they were already dealing with an infection.  It eventually traveled to the heart.  It destroyed their foundation causing their own death.

Our Constitution, which is the law of the land, has been repeatedly disregarded.  Why do so many Americans support a person or a party who do not adhere to the rules they should be following and protecting?  The Left has slowly infected the Right.  Our once balanced system has tipped, favoring one side.  Our two party system is merging into one.  If there’s only one party, there aren’t any political obstacles. The most powerful within the existing or ruling party will emerge and establish his desired system of government.  With no opposition, the winner takes all.

I’m sorry, what was the question?  Essay answers weren’t allowed so I chose the party that’s in the grave but hasn’t been buried.  I believe in miracles so I remain optimistic that enough people will realize what has been taking place and pray for a miracle.  I’m not suggesting the resurrection of the Republican Party.  I’m hoping the people in this great American experiment will realize what we are about to lose. 

As the poll continued, I was asked to prioritize the importance of government issues and which ones should be addressed first.  The only problem, all issues were high priorities.  All areas from national security, the deficit, to health care and education need immediate attention.  Each issue impacts the others. 

The most discouraging part of the poll was when certain high profile people from each party were paired together.  I was then asked who I would most likely vote for in the next presidential election.  The choices that were mentioned didn’t give me much hope.  It was a matter of which ones would destroy us later rather than sooner.

I don’t support either party.  When asked, I say I’m a Constitutionalist.  It usually causes the person to pause and consider what I’ve said.  After a moment, I get the nod of agreement.  If nothing else, I want people to consider the alternative.  If you believe in the American system of government, why would you support a person or group who is doing more to destroy it rather than uphold it? If you’re not supporting the Constitution, what are you supporting? 

“Democracy is two wolves and a lamb voting on what to have for lunch.  Liberty is a well-armed lamb contesting the vote!”

Benjamin Franklin

 

 

 

December 18, 2013

Listing and Sinking

By Tammy Derouin

Our shores were once coveted as a place to pursue hopes and dreams, not to take advantage of the system.   Our flag was the symbol of freedom but also a sign of relief for those escaping oppression.  Our founding documents were once cherished.  At one time we even elected leaders, including a president, who believed in America and the American way of life.

Our vessel will not survive this continuous assault from every direction.  Not only are the pirates launching wave after wave of unanswered attacks but the captain is drilling holes in the hull below deck.  His crew runs around stuffing rags into the ruptures they’ve created.  They assure us that all is well.  We are told to go back to our sunbathing.   As an extra bonus, free drinks are available at the bar, compliments of the captain.

Little by little, the integrity of the vessel weakens.  While we were busy soaking up the sun and enjoying free drinks, everything we needed to survive was tossed overboard.  It was for our own good, our survival.  Out of fear we accepted the captain’s explanation.    

The ship leveled off.  There was some damage but the captain reported that due to his quick thinking, he saved everybody from a watery grave.  He will not be questioned nor does he feel he needs to justify the means to his end.  He makes limited appearances and gives arrogant speeches. 

Eventually, the water seeps through the rags. The life-threatening water that was hidden and minimalized with props and disguises can no longer be contained.  The show is over and the reality is pouring through the holes.  They were able to distract us from irreversible damage with free entertainment while we bathed in the sun and downed free drinks.

Somebody makes their way below deck, a restricted area.  When we boarded the ship we were free to roam and ask questions.  A meddling passenger who was just a little too curious as to why the ship was listing and sinking wanted answers.  The passenger is caught, held without charges and then subjected to a secret trial where, you guessed it, the captain acted as judge, jury and executioner.  The passenger walked the plank.

The disappearance of one passenger caused unrest among the others.  Questions were being asked and witnesses emerged.  Why was there so much secrecy?  Why did the captain lie?  Why did he feel he had the right to throw everything overboard?  What made him qualified to determine what each individual needed or didn’t need for their journey?

As more passengers pulled away from the sun and the bar, they began to notice the signs of a sinking ship.  Even some of the crew began to realize all was not well.  The captain got word that there was unrest and answers were being demanded.  It was at this moment that disaster hit. The ship, which had been staying ahead of the storm, had turned and was now headed straight towards it.  The pirates who had temporarily backed off began to circle.  They were within firing range once again.

The captain didn’t let an excellent opportunity go to waste.  First he eliminated the rules or code of conduct.  No one had noticed they weren’t being followed anyway.  By the time the passengers began to look through the rules, it was too late.   The captain had repealed the code due to the state of emergency, a power he inserted while his crew distracted the passengers.  The captain took it upon himself to go around the code and anyone who stood in his way.

The weapons were the next obstacle, the only items not tossed overboard.  With such concern for the safety of the passengers, he pleaded for their cooperation.  Weapons had the potential of causing unintended damage so it would be in everyone’s best interest to give them up, well, except for the ones in the possession of the captain and his crew.  With the promise and guarantee that he would protect the passengers all weapons were confiscated. 

It wasn’t long before the crew began to look like pirates.  The water was rising and there were no longer any life boats available.  The captain began to lower the flag.  How did this happen?

While the passengers were distracted with free entertainment and refreshments, only a few noticed that the captain was consorting with the enemy, making promises and concessions, handing over our valuables and bowing to their every demand. 

The captain promised to protect the passengers.  All it cost them was their freedom, possessions and beliefs.  It was an empty promise, the means to justify the end.  I guess you could say he misspoke or maybe it was a half-truth, dare I suggest it was a lie?

“Americans are so enamored of equality that they would rather be equal in slavery than unequal in freedom.”

Alexis de Tocqueville

 

December 11, 2013

Government Issued Life

By Tammy Derouin

 

There was a time when I looked forward to the holidays, everything from decorating, shopping, wrapping gifts, to planning meals and holiday parties.  Somehow it all came together.  It may not have gone as planned but that’s the kind of stuff that makes good stories years later.

Events of the past several years have made the holidays even more stressful. Deflecting swings from my nemesis has become an annual event.  Of course, additional blows are held many times throughout the year.  No tickets required as they come without warning.  Dates and location are subject to change.   No proof, accuracy or minimum words required and as always shipping and handling is free. 

I’m learning to deflect more of the blows.  My armor is within reach. I’m equipped with the best anti-nemesis devices available and I have a theme song, “Hit Me with Your Best Shot.”  Just to be clear, I’m not dealing with a broken heart.  My heart is beating just fine, no pieces to pick up.  When love has been absent for so long, leaving is the long awaited sigh of relief.    

If someone wants to knock you down, they will do everything they can to make you fall.  Sometimes they will even cause themselves injury in the process but only if the end justifies the means.  How you handle the blow is where you take control. 

I was having a tough week.  I went to bed early to give my mind a break.  Well, that backfired.  I woke up too many hours too soon with a mind unwilling to sleep.  At some point I dosed off and was visited by a dearly departed friend, my first dog.  She was a handful.  Her attributes included intelligence mixed with stubbornness, very energetic and a little mischievous.   She tried my patience but melted my heart.

There was some apprehension about getting this particular dog but not on my part.  Years later I was told she displayed all the characteristics of a “questionable choice.”  There’s a little irony here but I’ll let it pass.

At the end of the day she would curl up on my lap without hesitation.  I accepted her unconditionally from the first day our eyes met to the day her eyes close for the last time.  When love becomes conditional, it’s no longer love. 

When you put conditions on love it’s only a matter of time before it falls apart.  Trust and confidence begins to slip away.   It doesn’t matter if it’s the love of a person, an object or an idea. Conditions stand in the way and the love that was once there disappears.

Our government has been conditioning us for some time.  Little by little we have lost confidence in ourselves and as a nation.  We question our every movement and look to the government for approval.  We’ve handed over our liberties for a pat on the head and government issued treats.

There was a time when I looked forward to the future but government conditions have made life less than happy.  The government has become the guardian of our individual needs.  The amount of money we make or spend, the products we purchase, what we do and how we do it must meet their approval. 

Americans are creating their own nemesis. When everything is being monitored, freedom doesn’t exist. There is constant fear and you never know when or where the next punch will land.   It’s almost impossible to deflect their swings.  They know everything about you and they’re doing everything they can to disarm you.  

When the government pays the bills, you do what the government tells you to do.  Questionable decisions will put you at risk.  Unfortunately, you don’t know what’s right or wrong as rules change without notice.  Questionable attitude also comes into play. Behavior is also being monitored. 

Americans seem to be very content living in a government issued life.   We’ve allowed ourselves to become their pet.  There’s no love in this game.  Attitude and obedience will determine whether you receive a dog bed or dog house. 

By not calling the government on the carpet for the mess they’ve made, we’ve allowed them to slip a collar around our neck.  They will teach us to beg for treats and privileges.  They will walk us, feed us and provide medical treatment when they feel it’s necessary.  Their end result, being in complete control, justified the means it took to get them there. 

We’re all living at the dog pound now.  That’s what happens when you accept the blows and give up control.  Life doesn’t always go as planned.   But that’s the kind of stuff that makes good stories years later, right?

“It is true that liberty is precious; so precious that it must be carefully rationed.”

Vladimir Lenin

 

 

 

 

December 4, 2013

The Doors of History

By Tammy Derouin

If anyone doubts America’s exceptional status in the world, I highly recommend taking a walk through an antique shop.  The advances Americans have made are nothing short of amazing.  What was it that propelled one nation above and beyond all the rest?  The answer was and always will be freedom.

Take a look back in time and you will find objects and tools that were once the latest in technology.  Each generation made advances that helped inspire creativity.  Telling an American they couldn’t do something would only fuel the individual’s determination to make it happen. 

I had the opportunity to walk through an antique mall recently.  It’s been awhile since I last enjoyed a walk through the doors of history.  Something was different this time. Instead of skimming over the booths, looking for particular objects of interest, I was captivated by the whole atmosphere.  Objects that I may have overlooked in the past drew me in for a closer look.

An antique shop is a museum for American artifacts.  These unique museums allow you to touch and purchase objects from the past.  Pick up a clothing iron from yesteryear and you won’t mind spending the little time it takes to press your clothing. 

I did however, find myself getting slowly irritated.  The more I meandered through the shop, the more my head began to throb.  Hard as I tried, I couldn’t get the irritating voice of America’s number one critic, our own president, out of my head.  This is not how I wanted to spend my Sunday afternoon, swatting a voice like my grandmother used to swat flies on a hot summer day.  If I’m going through the doors of history, I can’t neglect my own history now can I?  She had a good arm too; it may have had something to do with that iron.

It wasn’t long before his voice actually had me smiling. This time I had the smug look on my face and I won’t apologize.  We have a president who apologizes for everything American.  There’s no better place than an antique mall to see how far we, as Americans, have advanced not only our country but the world. 

The irritating tone of his voice and his unbelievable proclamation, “You didn’t build that,” was heard at every booth.  It was an outrageous attempt to change history.  Having so many examples at my fingertips had me wishing I could find a fly swatter.

I envision a parade in Washington D.C. with every participant carrying something that was built by an American who dared to dream.  A fly swatter could be held in everyone’s left hand.  It could symbolize that we will swat away the president’s attempt to not only change our history but to downplay the importance of American ingenuity.  Of course, the swatter could also symbolize what the progressives are successfully doing to our country.  They’re swatting away our individualism, self-reliance, our one nation under God and liberty.

Freedom of speech is a two-way street.  If American citizens can proudly display their accomplishments, it’s only fair to allow the government to show off what they’ve created.   I’d let them bring up the rear.  After all, that’s where they’re supposed to be, behind the citizens, encouraging them not swatting the life out of them.

I visualize floats representing what the government has created.  Such things as endless debt, entitlement programs, high unemployment, open borders and enemy infiltration within the government.  The ideas seem endless.  We could even have a banner to distinguish the difference between what Americans built and what the government created, just in case government Truthers are in the crowd.   How does, “FORWARD” grab you? 

A parade wouldn’t be complete without someone pushing the broom.  An American would represent all Americans, cleaning up the waste from U.S. Federal Inc.  Waste is the only product produced by the government.  Only the government, with funds provided by the people, could manufacture and distribute a product which nobody wants.  And if you don’t want their load of…, I mean product, they’ll fine you. 

It’s no accident the president chose “forward” to represent his platform.  He continues to push forward and uses the press to visually send messages that we should “lean forward.”   By keeping us distracted with the constant need to move forward, we aren’t able to fully focus on the destruction his campaign has already caused. 

There’s only one system of government that makes the population completely dependent upon the government, communism. Those who dare to speak or act as individuals are swatted down.

What will the next generation find when browsing through an antique shop?  Whatever book, newspaper or outlawed artifact it is, they will ask, “Why didn’t they see this coming?”

“As we must account for every idle word, so must we account for every idle silence.”

Benjamin Franklin