Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.

Other than a random round of skeet shooting a while back, I haven't pulled a trigger in a very long time. I'm a lousy shot, and my night vision sucks, so prowl away, friends. That is to say I'm hardly locked and loaded for the gun-rights fight, although I'll note that if liberals really wanted to ban guns, they could try to ammend the Constitution, rather than pretending that it says something other than what it plainly says.

But guns, even by proxy, put me in a revolutionary mood, and since La Greenwald and others want to know whaddawedo?, let me just say this about that: My preference is to watch America slide under the waves. My affinities for the nation in which I live are purely sentimental; my affinities to its institutions are increasingly weak, bordering on nonexistent. Some bad things will happen; some good things will happen. As has usually been the case with the dissolution of this or that political entity, most folks'll go right on leading their lives of quiet desperation, pace Roger Waters, for the truth is that individual existence is not so overdetermined by the State as either the State or its bitter anklebiters (e.g., IOZ) would have you believe. In the great circus of human history, our society amounts to a fart in the monkey car; in the biological history of the world, we amount to less than that. Reformations are for chumps. The Church got corrupt and what did the world get? Martin Luther. We'd've been better off sticking with the Curia. The risk of burning at the stake seems to me to be altogether better than the low jowls of the barking high priests of the Evangel who right now pollute our airwaves and brainwaves. I see our empire hastening its own end, and therefore feel no especial desire to knaw any warts off its fast-aging body. Attached though I am to certain luxuries afforded by my nation's pseduoenslavement of a good portion of the rest of the world, the truth is that I contemplate a slightly more hardscrabble life as a citizen of the Free Nation of GreatLakesia with a fair amount of optimism, and wouldn't mind trading in my blue-covered passport, if push came to hug.

Update: Shameful typo corrected.