dailyreckoning.com.au / By Joel Bowman / January 30th, 2013
What a hapless clutch of fools, those who think they can control the world, to bend it to their whim, to arrange it as they deem fit. In moments of weakness, in the quiet serenity of the night, we almost pity the Feds…
…almost.
We’ll get to that in a second, but first, a word about our unfortunate creature: Boobus-politicus.
In a battle of the sharpest wit, the politician arrives brandishing a spoon. And a teaspoon at that. It’s not necessarily his fault, mind you. He’s simply a dolt, a sub-evolved, evolutionary misfire.
He has no marketable skills. Nothing of value issues forth from his brain…nothing worth a shekel from his hands. Unable, therefore, to survive in a peaceful, voluntary eco-system, boobus-politicus must rely on coercion and brute force to get his way.
At his most benign, our intellectually supine dullard is content to whittle away his days in a kind of taxpayer-sponsored stupor, lost in the annals of gray, bureaucratic nothingness. As long as he doesn’t attempt to ‘do something’, most people are happy enough to pay a little money just to keep him off the streets.
That’s the deal. But it is a rarefied member of the political class indeed who does not thirst for power…unaware, perhaps, of its attendant downside.
‘Power corrupts,’ said Lord Acton, ‘and absolute power corrupts absolutely.’
