All too frequently, it’s traded away for nothing.
America, land of the piss test and the no-knock; the militarized southern border; a Drug Enforcement Agency that is not only twice the size of the Estonian army, but which probably outguns it, too; where moderately bright dogs are treated as constitutional scholars on Fourth Amendment issues, eager to please their handlers by giving them an excuse to tear your car apart on the roadside; where state and local police agencies are the recipient of DoD hand-me-down armored cars and machine guns and attack helicopters as though they were banana republics, although with less oversight as to how the gear will be used.
And you bring this stuff up and it gets hand-waved away with “you just want to smoke pot.”
“Oh, Tam, the scourge of drugs is…” No scourge is worth this, okay? This whole “burn the village to save it” thing has got to stop.
People complain about the loss of freedoms in the War on Terror? It was all built on a scaffold of dope laws. How did they legally justify the .mil assistance at Waco? They claimed there was a dope lab on the premises. How do they go after your scary-looking AKs and ARs? By claiming that they’re the preferred weapon of dope dealers. (That’s right: 922r is a direct result of the War on Drugs, via paleoconservative Republican Bill Bennett. You can look it up.) Next time somebody complains about the “parts count” provisions on their SKS, I’m going to snark right back at ’em with “You just want to smoke pot.”
Demonstrating once again that liberty is indivisible–losing one (or giving it away) is always, always a precursor to losing more–and that those who fancy themselves conservatives ought never to countenance giving away even some freedoms they might consider unpalatable or even–gasp!–immoral, lest the ones that really do matter to them be lost in the bargain. All efforts at prohibition, from alcohol to (some) drugs to cigarettes, are direct offshoots of Progressivist ideology; thus, there are two old saws freedom-loving individuals need to always keep in mind: 1) when you lie down with ’em, you get up with fleas, and 2) give ’em an inch and they’ll take the whole damned country.