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Don't touch my junk

 

Don’t touch my junk.

This means you TSA. Stop the 4th amendment violations. Stop the groping of our sons and daughters, our grandpas and grandmas. Tell me how many terrorists have you been able to catch this way? I’ll answer for you. Not one. None. Notta.

Profile. Save the gropes and scans for a chosen few and leave the rest of us alone. Learn from the Israelis and actually talk to people. Buy some of the better scanners that don’t provide graphic images. They are out there, you just have to look past the lobbyists and supporters that you’ve bought the present Johnson measuring devices from.

Don’t touch my junk.

The overreaching of the government into our pants and lives has been going on for awhile. Remember the misnamed Patriot Act? You want to know what books I’m reading? Ask me instead of forcing libraries and bookstores to tell you, without a warrant. Want to know what websites I’m visiting? Too bad, it is none of your business. Go get a warrant you statist scumbags.

Don’t touch my junk.

Why is it any of your business how much salt, or transfats are in my food? It is my food. If I want to eat duck liver, it is my business. I like salt. I like fat. I like sugar. My health, Not yours. We don’t need the food police. What is it about individual liberty that you don’t understand? We are not all the same. If you want to eat tofu and rice cakes, go for it. But don’t tell me how to eat.

Don’t touch my junk.

Wow, now you want to tell fast food providers that they can’t add toys to kids meals. Really? You think you have that kind of control and power? Because if you think that, then I think we are closing in on time for a reset. Cut that out. You are going too far, and there are many of us, millions of us, that are not going to let you be our nanny,

Don’t touch my junk.

State by state we’ve been legalizing pot for medical purposes (and just a matter of time before we pass it for recreational use in many states), and the federal government, instead of recognizing that it doesn’t have the tenth amendment right to control this movement, has increased it’s prosecutions.

There are hundreds of thousands of people in jail for pot. Under the guise of the war on drugs, police at all levels of government from local to state to federal, have militarized. Instead of going after violent criminals, they shoot people’s dogs over a small bag and a bong. It takes nearly a decade to bring a terrorist to trial, but a guy caught with a bag can be tried in a couple of weeks.

Don’t touch my junk.

It gets worse. They want us to drive these small hybrid slow pieces of junk. To achieve that, they legislate gas mileage. They give tax breaks to those people who are willing to drive inferior cars. They create programs to get rid of used cars that don’t meet their standards.

Hint: I don’t want your crappy little cars. I like powerful cars. I like V8’s and V12’s. I like turbos and superchargers. I buy my gas, you do not. Let the free market dictate what cars are out there, because you bureaucrats haven’t a clue.

 

In closing, my junk is my junk. It is not yours, not to grope, not to confiscate, not to regulate.

We are at the beginning of a movement. Not just to take our country back, but to take our junk back as well.

Don’t touch my junk.