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The Ones That They Call Nazis, Part Ii

...She’d long ago come to realize that children stood by you for life, while jobs cut you on barest whims, she had simply invested right. What was the use of having choice if you couldn’t pick your own path? This couple that they called ‘sexist,’ had built a happiness that lasts. It was around election time, and the candidates made their pitch, in my town a former plumber had put certain people in fits. They yelled and screamed at all his stops, protested him vehemently, all over the net they decried that this plumber was a Nazi! Literally worse than Hitler, he’d bring us into a dark age! and anyone who heard him speak was a bastard promoting hate! To be honest, their rhetoric had gotten me somewhat intrigued, could any person be that bad? I went to a rally to see. The man then spent the whole hour talking of our natural rights, how men were slaves if they weren’t free, that we should tolerate no slights. How if we went soft, one by one, all would be soon taken away, that government was built to serve, and beyond that, it had no say. He spoke of how true citizens never gave up their sovereignty, how power drove even good folks ever closer to tyranny. That necessary evil was still evil, not something to trust, and how if the leash wasn’t held then the dog would turn upon us. Now I recall that the Nazis subsumed the people to the state, rhey had no care for rights or truth, only that you do what they say. That they’d compel you at gunpoint, but this man was nothing like that, instead, he wanted people armed To keep in line the bureaucrats! How could they lie so brazenly? Did they have no honor at all? This good man that they called ‘Nazi’ will have my vote this coming Fall.

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