Some days...

The Czar of Muscovy, on the Constitution:

The people who assembled the original document came from a strange variety of different viewpoints, but had one thing in common that negates any dismissal by irrevelance as to their being “old, white landowners.” They understood tyranny much better than we do today, because they lived it. They not only recognized it in all its forms, but knew how it begins, transforms, seizes, and chokes. They knew tyranny’s every gesture, wink, and stalking technique, and what elements in a person’s psyche allowed it or encouraged it to happen. And they put a stop to it.

Borepatch, on our miserable political class:

Here's the calculus: you can't fix the budget without addressing entitlements. You can't fix the budget without raising some taxes. And you can't fix the budget without reducing Government headcount, because guys like me won't believe they're serious without it, and will be incandescent with rage that "shared sacrifice" doesn't include Governmental Regulators.

Full stop.

But here's the calculation that depresses me: our miserable Political Class doesn't see political gain in that calculus, and so they're playing Chicken with the Train.

As Dustbury, on how far we have fallen - "These days, even our apple pie is fake."

Some days, I don't know whether to weep, or to rage.

Ad astra per aspera. I can only hope, hard as the road is, that it's the right one.