Behind enemy lines

And speaking of the casino train, some idiot from the Duluth area penned an editorial saying the casino train would actually save the state money and lives. Typical DFL logic.

For those of us who remain in Minnesota, this state really does feel like enemy territory. Never used to. But is sure does now. This state, my state, has been coopted by the statists. By the DFL elitists. By taxers and spenders from days gone by. By the people who really should know we are living in a different reality today. What is that reality? Every year we have more takers than makers. And the takers don't pay taxes.

The coopters don't really care about all that. They are just fine with pushing a huge bonding bill (and selling it as almost "free money"). Of course in that bonding bill will hide funding for the SWLRT and maybe even the casino train. And speaking of the casino train, some idiot from the Duluth area recently penned an editorial saying the casino train would actually save the state money and lives. Typical DFL logic.

Another one of our captors wants to run for a seat on our local county board. His logic is simple - even though things in this county are working very well right now (thank you), his position is "We don't need less government, we need better government". I ran that statement through my DFL translator and this is what it came up with - we need more taxes. 

Some of my friends think we should just cede the entire state to the Democrats. It is lost. No hope of ever being the same again. It saddens me when I hear that. We were here first. Long before the "prairie populists" as they like to be called launched their first invasion. And just like the science fiction movie "The Fifth Wave", with each new wave in Minnesota, the statists kept taking more and more liberty and freedom out of our state. 

They have torted our thinking so badly right now, just to mention the word "budget" or "restraint" is met with shrill accusations of heartlessness from the DFL . Once programs are in place, they never die. They just keep on ticking. Largess, which once was almost used as an invective, is now worn like a badge of honor by the elites. All money garnered by the state is considered communal rather than the private property of the citizens. 

So I sit here, all hunkered down. Hiding. I am way, way behind enemy lines. However, the county I live in is part of the resistance within the collective. A ray of hope. There are a few of us who remain. But every year, our numbers grow less. As my kids say, the struggle is real. And it is a struggle to stay living here.