CANTO XII - Nothing to Hide
What, then, is legislation? It is an assumption by one man,
or body of men, of absolute, irresponsible dominion over all
other men... It is the assumption by one man, or body of men,
of a right to subject all other men to their will and their
service. It is the assumption... to abolish outright all the natural
rights, all the natural liberty of all other men...
Lysander Spooner (philosopher, 1808-1887)
Natural Law or The Science of Justice (treatise, 1882)
“We have nothing to hide”, the pious cried as righteous
As privacy slips and slides agreeably into view vulnerably
Eyed by few or more voyeurs, as shrewd muse grandeur
Later to skew, abuse, then conjure ruse or goddamn rot
Yet it matters not the legal contents or regal intents
Their baneful events always following, often allowing
Legislated excesses morphing to escalated accesses
O the messes then stresses on individuality and economy
Such were deeds inherently unseen, indeed was freed
Yea, gratis no longer, the popular status now pondered
While all is laundered and dyed, hung out to dry as hides
Misted and mystified, as everyone wonder the cost
By the lost, freedom’s penetralia like treason’s genitalia
Kindled in pots per tyrannical rexes’ whimsical hexes
Riddled in knots, by harassing vexes, the belly libertine
Flamboyances saccharine and hindrances serpentine
Cast on stage, casqued on written page, per smitten rage
In political frays, so to ridicule the logical dismays
From Taoists and Greeks, then Rothbardian critiques
De la Escuela de Salamanca por la teoría de la cantidad
Del dinero, por supuesto la felicidad when heads are fed
So minds are led not by mythology, methodology instead
More Austrian ideology requisite, by praxeology resident
In each word, verse, and cadence, the sashays of essays
To phase and face whatever case, shifting the paradigms
Rifting by rhymes per Bastiat’s harmonies sublime
Penned by Carl, Eugen, then Ludwig’s penchants keen
Thus detriments foreseen, while government’s fiends
Careen unseen by wire, legal mire or by carbines to fire
By choirs helmeted and uniformed (yet uninformed
Of principles natural), intruding homes once bacchanal
Due to property personal (ergo sovereignty individual)
Rather, the surreptitious bureaucrat now lathers and lies
Withal ladies fair as bathers, betwixt satin and thighs
Perusing to align everyone’s sex to parliamentarian text
Consign to annex each fuckin’ act to politicians’ volition
Take away the right to say "fuck" and you take away the right
to say "fuck the government."
Lenny Bruce (1926-1966)
What, then, is legislation? It is an assumption by one man,
or body of men, of absolute, irresponsible dominion over all
other men... It is the assumption by one man, or body of men,
of a right to subject all other men to their will and their
service. It is the assumption... to abolish outright all the natural
rights, all the natural liberty of all other men...
Lysander Spooner (philosopher, 1808-1887)
Natural Law or The Science of Justice (treatise, 1882)
“We have nothing to hide”, the pious cried as righteous
As privacy slips and slides agreeably into view vulnerably
Eyed by few or more voyeurs, as shrewd muse grandeur
Later to skew, abuse, then conjure ruse or goddamn rot
Yet it matters not the legal contents or regal intents
Their baneful events always following, often allowing
Legislated excesses morphing to escalated accesses
O the messes then stresses on individuality and economy
Such were deeds inherently unseen, indeed was freed
Yea, gratis no longer, the popular status now pondered
While all is laundered and dyed, hung out to dry as hides
Misted and mystified, as everyone wonder the cost
By the lost, freedom’s penetralia like treason’s genitalia
Kindled in pots per tyrannical rexes’ whimsical hexes
Riddled in knots, by harassing vexes, the belly libertine
Flamboyances saccharine and hindrances serpentine
Cast on stage, casqued on written page, per smitten rage
In political frays, so to ridicule the logical dismays
From Taoists and Greeks, then Rothbardian critiques
De la Escuela de Salamanca por la teoría de la cantidad
Del dinero, por supuesto la felicidad when heads are fed
So minds are led not by mythology, methodology instead
More Austrian ideology requisite, by praxeology resident
In each word, verse, and cadence, the sashays of essays
To phase and face whatever case, shifting the paradigms
Rifting by rhymes per Bastiat’s harmonies sublime
Penned by Carl, Eugen, then Ludwig’s penchants keen
Thus detriments foreseen, while government’s fiends
Careen unseen by wire, legal mire or by carbines to fire
By choirs helmeted and uniformed (yet uninformed
Of principles natural), intruding homes once bacchanal
Due to property personal (ergo sovereignty individual)
Rather, the surreptitious bureaucrat now lathers and lies
Withal ladies fair as bathers, betwixt satin and thighs
Perusing to align everyone’s sex to parliamentarian text
Consign to annex each fuckin’ act to politicians’ volition
Take away the right to say "fuck" and you take away the right
to say "fuck the government."
Lenny Bruce (1926-1966)
---
Come let us Reason. Peace is always a Choice.
Copyright © 2016-2017 by D.C. Quillan Stone
No comments:
Post a Comment