“I have a dream,” declared MLK.
“I have a drone,” warns BHO.
Someone forwarded that to us yesterday. Clever buggers. Even in a world tempted by moral degeneracy, by rampant military activism over peaceful trade, by coercion over cooperation, governments over markets, some people still “get it.”
Not everybody, of course. Not even close. For every individual who understands that a Nobel Peace Prize is not a “Get Out of Jail Free” card for murderous thugs living in White Houses, there are a hundred more imbeciles who think predator drones are patrolling the skies to keep “the homeland” safe. “We’ll fight them over there,” they chant in unison, “so we don’t have to fight them over here.”
These are the people who go out of their ways to believe the utterly unbelievable.
“They hate us for our freedoms!” they cry, forgetting to notice that their pants are around their ankles in the airport queue…
“The Feds need to spend more money in order to stimulate the economy,” as debts and deficits blow past record after record…
“He should pay more taxes because he can afford it… The ends justify the means…Who will build the roads?…But it’s a basic human right…Are you saying you hate babies?”
You’ve heard them all, Fellow Reckoner. And many more besides. The witless trespass on the grounds of thoughtful contemplation like a smack of jellyfish thrown into a bathtub. The experience is never invited and, when the stinging blubber of idiocy rains down upon you, you’re left only to wonder how this all came about…
One such platitude, the box jellyfish of illogic, pertains to our beat here in these pages: money.
It is often said that “money is the root of all evil.” (This is a common malapropism, probably taken from Paul’s First Epistle to Timothy, which reads, “For the love of money is the root of all evil…”)
Not so! said the terminally quotable Mark Twain, who once quipped that the “lack of money is the root of all evil.”
But how can an inanimate object be evil, you ask? Good question! In short, it can’t…it’s what we do with it — or without it — that really counts. It is the deeds of man, not his money, that are to be weighed-in the end.
