I have accepted a seat in the [Massachusetts] House of Representatives, and thereby have consented to my own ruin, to your ruin, and the ruin of our children. I give you this warning, that you may prepare your mind for your fate.” – John Adams, to Abigail Adams, May 1770
Congress should be a burden. It should be like Joe Arpaio’s tent jail. I’d even say that, when in session, congressman should have to wear the pink boxer shorts; and when not in session, they should be picking up litter with a stick and a busket on the shoulder of the beltway.
There has never been a collection of genius, so directed by courage and humility, as America’s founding generation. The obvious implication of the senior Adams in his letter to his wife is that he was thrust into the political realm out of a sense of duty – a public servant. He anticipated hostility and ruin, not privilege and plunder.
The idea that “Even if you don’t respect the man, you must respect the office,” would sound absolutely ludicrous to a generation that threw tea in a harbor and tarred and feathered agents of a tax on their breakfast drink. In colonial America, it was just the opposite: respect was earned by men, and offices were viewed with suspicion.
Politicians are a necessary evil that should be held accountable and barely tolerated above one’s cable provider. The fact that they’re treated as celebrity messiahs just may be why they stay in politics until the reaper comes. We should be the reaper, and they should feel the heat–not the warmth!
“When the people fear their government there is tyranny; and when the government fears the people there is liberty,” has been forgotten. Our founders preached that the government should fear its citizenry. If that were actually the case, politicians wouldn’t want to be in Congress for a lifetime. We must make the ruling class fear us.
A politician who fears the party leadership, his committee chairman, the big donors, or a hostile media more than he fears his constituents will fall in line to please them and screw you. This is why somewhere around 15 of the 35 “Tea-Party” Republicans who went to D.C. in 2010 rolled over for the establishment. When their party leaders told them to “sit,” “beg,” and “stay,” they did, only to come home and urinate on our carpet.
Treat your politician like you would a used car salesman. If a politician sees you coming and smiles (without faking it), it’s a sign that you’re a sucker and you’re being taken. They should pull their hat down and try to disappear in the shadows.
Reagan was wrong about one thing: it shouldn’t be “Trust but verify.” When it comes to Communists and politicians, it should always be “Verify and then trust, but always have your hand on the hilt of your pistol.”
We should treat our representatives like the 18 year old who shows up in our driveway to pick up our daughter . . . in his van with tinted windows. Muster your best Jase Robertson, throw him a shotgun shell, and tell him, “It gets much faster after 10 pm.” Politicians, like my daughter’s future courtiers, should all have a chaperone (and some of them just a kick in the butt!)
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