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Freedom Friday: Standing Strong!


Well, “standing strong” might be a bit grandiose, but standing, I am. I sent in my census form a several weeks ago, having answered question #1 only. That question, asking how many people live here is, for those of you in the unquestioning majority, the only one mandated by the Constitution (Article 1, Section 2). And according to the Tenth Amendment, the “powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution” are off-limits. Yes, I’m sure someone can send me dozens of articles (like this one) explaining why questions about who owns my house, and the names, sex, birthdays, and ethnicity of each of us, really are constitutional, but that won’t make it so, even if the Supreme Court says it is. The Constitution means what it says, and it doesn’t require a Juris Doctor to figure out what that is.

imgSo I’ve been waiting for a census worker to stop by for a friendly chat about the Constitution, the difference between a Constitutional Republic and a fascist state, and why “live free or die” is not just a cute slogan on a license plate. Imagine my disappointment, then, when I learned that the census people — those who come around to collect data from folks who didn’t complete the census form correctly, or bother with it at all — have come and gone, totally ignoring my Patrick Henry moment.

Quick, someone say something to make me feel important.



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#1 || 10·06·01··19:20 || Shamgar

Well, if it makes you feel any better, we had them come to our place five different times. Once in two different cars who parked blocking our driveway to keep my wife from leaving while trying to harass her into giving the information up.

I work from home one day a week, and of course am home on weekends - not once did they show up when I was home to deal with the problem. My dear wife always had to do it.

Then, they finally showed up this weekend when I was home on a day I had taken off ---- but no, they weren't there for me, they were trying to locate the woman who lives across the street.

So I can commiserate.


#2 || 10·06·01··20:24 || David

Some folks have all the luck (I know, you and your wife don’t feel that way). Anyway, it’s nice to know we’re not alone.


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