THINK ABOUT IT. Anarchy means without rulers. Or governors. Or government.
…to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed…
Our government is “instituted” by our Constitution — the charter or contract among We the People to instantiate a government…
…to form a more perfect union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity…
And, as our current President has noted, that Constitution is a charter of “negative rights” — things the government is forbidden to do.
From the Constitution — and solely from it — the Federal government derives its legitimacy and authority.
For at least the past century, soi disant — scorn quotes — “progressives” have so perverted our federal system as to render the Constitution moot and the supposedly sovereign states mere administrative subdivisions of the leviathan central state.
Over that same period, the same individuals have enacted laws and regulations without regard for the straitly circumscribed powers enumerated in the Constitution, thus causing the Federal government to forfeit any consideration as a legitimate government, deriving its just powers from the consent of the governed.
We, therefore, do not have a central government, but find instead in Washington a mob. A gang. A criminal conspiracy, which has…
…erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harass our people and eat out their substance.
The Federal government (read: Congress, but in collusion with the Executive and Judiciary) is in breach of that contract, thus morally releasing We the (Little) People from our obligations under same.
We live in a state of anarchy. Realizing that, the obedience to laws becomes optional. Cynical. A lip service paid not to the rule of law, but to the forte main the current thugs in power bring to bear on the enforcement of their will through arbitrary and capricious regulation. “In Jersey anything’s legal, just as long as you don’t get caught.” (Bob Dylan, “Tweeter and the Monkey Man”)
Aren’t we proud?
Cross-posted at Eternity Road