Chapter 15: Back to Business

Now that I have restored domestic tranquility in my home, once again I have the time, energy, and mental resources to address urgeant problems in the larger world. Before I embark on a fresh renewed crusade against tyranny, I have a brutally honest discussion with myself. Tyranny is anathema to me. All the women in my home recently accused me of being a tyrant and trampling their civil rights. In their perspectives, I’m guilty of illegal imprisonment, rape, and torture.

Those accusations require an internal investigation. Am I guilty? Well, first what is guilt? At this precise moment while I’m thinking about this, I’m on my way to do some grocery shopping. Yes, I can walk and chew gum at the same time.

Am I guilty of driving my car? It’s my car I’m driving and I’m not breaking the law in anyway, so no. There is no guilt involved in doing what I’m entitled to do.

If I were a political official and treated citizens like I treat my household, then yes, I would be guilty of trampling their rights. Confining them in their homes is false imprisonment. A whole group of politicians who actually did that are now pushing up daisies in ant hills. Maybe I didn’t mention, but I went to their grave sites and dumped a jar of fire ants on each, as memorials to the fire ants who aided me.

Back to introspection. Suppose an ancient king of a city-state, say King Arthur and Camelot, dictated laws to it’s citizens? Guilty?

No, in that form of government and that epoch, he was empowered legally to do so.

My home is my castle and I am king in my own home. Who created it and paid for it, I did. Property rights are a foundation stone in any society. Could the women leave of their own free will? They could and Christine did voluntarily remain with her mom. Janice showed she was an ass before she arrived at my home and her invitation to visit was revoked. Penelope stowed away in my car, wasn’t forced to come home with me. What happened afterwards? Janice and Christine invaded my home, uninvited, and with Penelope colluded to steal my home and coerce me into being their slave.

As king of my home, I quelled the revolt or invasion, what ever it was. The perpetrators are in prison. Illegal in societal laws? Domestiv violence? Society needs to clean their own house before sticking their ugly nose inside mine.

Not guilty, my home is run correctly, I’m no tyrant, I am owner, master, and king and I AM the law in my own home! Case closed.

Now, as to fixing problems in our society. Do I have a right to participate? As a citizen, as much right as any other citizen. Some citizens are trampling the rights of other equally worthy citizens but deprived illegally and unfairly of power and truth. Whenever there is a volatile mix of the have and have nots, only a catalyst is needed to boill the pot over. We don’t want the pot to boil over. The social organization isn’t evil, it’s sick. I am equivalent to a leukocyte fighting infection as part of our auto-immune system. It’s the germs I’m attacking and destroying.

How did this happen? So many chapters into a story without ever identifying myself? You’ll have to forgive me for protecting my anonymity. You can call me Luke, short for leukocyte, if you wish.

Plans to attack the media talking heads idiots are progressing. A new political grassroots party is arising. Using the ATM card numbers to the foundation accounts, I made online donations to the new party draining most of those balances. The physical cards are buried, but aren’t needed for online transactions and aren’t traceable back to me.

Recently, some politicians we always thought were good guys, have defected to the enemy side. I intend to bug them too! In addition certain government agencies are abscesses full of pus and infection. They need lancing. That brings to mind the fer-de-lance. My Gadsden flag is getting an update. Not as a fer-de-lance, which you anticipated, but a Blue Coral snake, native to south eastern Asia. The Blue Coral snake is red headed like me and specializes in killing other venomous snakes, and a it’s favorite meal is King Cobras. Instead of the traditional timber rattler, the poised to strike snake on my modified Gadsden flag, displays markings of a Blue Coral.