Wear Your Dog Tags
by
Michael S. Rozeff
by Michael S. Rozeff
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Wednesday morning
the 25th at 9:45 a.m. meant a visit to Dr. Nick, the
ophthalmologist. The office was peopled predominantly by seniors
who looked near 80. Two in conversation admitted to being 78 and
79. I felt young. Still, that’s your future and not too far off.
Make the most of your remaining time, I thought.
A sign was
placed prominently on the desk in front of the receptionist:
"Red
Flag Identity Theft Rule. We are now required by law to ask for
a Photo ID at the time of each visit. Please have your Photo ID
ready for the receptionist to scan."
Minimizing
the intersection of government with one’s life is not always possible.
Here was a new and unwelcome intrusion.
"What’s
your name?" the receptionist asked.
I handed over
my driver’s license and said "Rozeff." She scanned it.
There was a beeping sound.
"Do
you have your insurance cards?"
Another reminder
of the unwelcome intersection.
"No,
I don’t carry the Medicare card. It’s paper and it will shred
up. I need to get it plasticized."
This is true.
Medicare doesn’t even provide a plastic card. I never carry it.
Carrying the thing around irks me. Do we need collars like dogs?
Do we need dog tags like soldiers in the army?
Why is presenting
that card necessary at every visit, I wondered? Am I not already
on the computer?
As parent
to child: "You really need to have it. Medicare’s your primary
provider, you know."
Somehow the
receptionist became a syrupy and maternal stand-in for the government.
She couldn’t earn her pay without becoming a parrot even if she
herself didn’t want to be. She took the card from my private insurer.
"Is
this a federal rule or a state rule?"
"Federal,"
she replied.
"They
can go jump in the lake."
How much static
must this cheerful woman endure from old codgers like me? There
is no other frontline between the government and us. We may as well
be talking to the wall.
"We
have to go along with it," she said.
"No
we don’t," I shot back. I sounded like my feisty mother.
"There’s going to be a revolution, some day."
Revolution
was on my mind because of a bit of e-mail correspondence earlier
that morning in which revolution came up. She was finishing up her
paperwork. I took the opportunity to conduct a survey.
"Has
anyone else ever said that to you? Has anyone used the word ‘revolution’?"
"Not
that direct," she replied, smiling. "I hear rumblings,
though, grumbling."
"Discontent?"
"Yes."
Why is there
discontent? Too many stupid and dysfunctional rules and regulations.
Too many taxes. Too many subsidies. Too many obstacles to getting
ahead. Too many intrusions. Too much interference. Too many injustices.
Too many forced inequities. Too many people getting fat on the work
of others. Too many people taking unfair advantage. Too little headway
against problems. Too much control by others. Too much compulsion.
Too much government. Too much bureaucratization. Too much compulsory
centralization. Do this, do that. Don’t do this, don’t do that.
My newspaper
subscription has expired, and I won’t renew it for a while. More
than ever, the Wall Street Journal is a daily compendium
of the latest socialist news, or call it what you will. President
Barack Obama has something called "Race to the Top." It’s
part of $100 billion for "education," which in turn is
part of the near-trillion dollar legislation pushed through in his
early days. The idea is to reverse the embarrassing decline in public
school education. Its sponsors say that one-third of public school
children fail to graduate.
Obama’s spending
includes billions upon billions for "science." After a
bill like this has passed, the newspapers dutifully report each
drip of the money faucet into each rivulet of "stimulus."
The politicians get the maximum voter mileage from each such announcement.
The stimulus provides continual socialist propaganda.
The establishment
keeps scooping up the nation’s wealth which it then pumps out to
its favorites. It keeps borrowing more wealth and dispersing that.
It keeps printing dollars on top of all that.
Obama is the
establishment’s attempt to put a new face on its old, tired, and
worn out nostrums. Fewer and fewer people are buying, but the compulsion
machine just keeps on centralizing the money flows. It knows no
better. Top-down government centralization doesn’t work, but the
machine keeps running. Obama’s cachet is evaporating after less
than one year. He’s now under 50 percent approval.
Americans
need to turn the tables. Instead of being identified so that they
can be taxed, controlled, and herded about, they need to identify
the source of their discontent. Iris scanners, whole body imagers,
pat downs, photo IDs, social security numbers, tax forms, and Medicare
cards all issue from the machinery of compulsion arranged by top-down
methods of control. They don’t work. Discomfort and discontent are
the emotional reactions that herald this truth. Compulsory centralization
is a loser.
In 1978, Howard
Beale’s voice symbolized the discontent rising in the land. Dough
takes time to rise, and revolutions take time to brew. Years. Decades.
Recognition of the source of discontent is necessary. Conversation
about it is necessary.
Widespread
government compulsion in all matters great and small is the order
of the day. It is accepted, with growing grumbling. Compulsion as
a general rule and way of life is something that has to be seen
and rejected as unacceptable. When that happens, the revolution
will be upon us.
November
28, 2009
Michael
S. Rozeff [send him mail]
is a retired Professor of Finance living in East Amherst, New York.
He is the author of the free e-book Essays
on American Empire.
Copyright
© 2009 by LewRockwell.com. Permission to reprint in whole or in
part is gladly granted, provided full credit is given.
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