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This Really Makes No Sense...Unless You Are a Fascist

Ahem. I don't even think that Obama is particularly unlikable as a guy, although I can sympathize with those who can no longer stomach his rank incuriousness and arrogance. But it's time to just say it: He doesn't believe in liberty. I am not one of those people who thinks he was born in a foreign country. I don't get angry when I see his face, although I mourn. It's just the plain fact that he doesn't recognize a difference between the State and everything else. He does not hold esteem for spheres of life that he cannot control or use.

That's the only conclusion that fits all the data. This is why the HHS mandate happened. This is why the health-care law is written the way it is, either to destroy the private market or to make it small enough to be bought off.

It's cool to be pro-gay sex these days, but he doesn't do it to seem open-minded. He does it because statists of a certain stripe know that families, communities, and churches are impossible to break. But aberrant sexual expressions of many kinds destroy all these things, at least in their vitality, and the State can take care of the rest.

It's time to ask forthrightly if we are living in a tyranny. What evidence would convince you? There are those who make a cottage industry of telling others to stop overreacting, and I'm sure they'll continue their mindless chatter. But sometimes, slippery slopes are real.

I don't like speaking this way. I liked Obama. I voted for him. I am the most optimistic person I know. I love our country. I love our institutions. But we've blown past "progressive, well-meaning dunderhead" into something else entirely. I'll be surprised if this second term ends as it should, with a peaceful transfer of power.

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