They told me and now I am telling you.

Good to run, better to hide. Best to just pack it all up or in and get on wid’it.

There ain’t really no place left to run and likely too no place to hide. But you can pack it up or pack it in.

And getting’ on wid’it? Well, man, that just means get to getting’ in line and takin’ what they givin’. Y’know, all that stuff that’s yours by right or at least Executive Decree.

You all know what Executive Decree is don’t you?

Yeah, some may call it Executive Order. Maybe I’ll just call it Royal Decree instead.

After all my simple-minded friends, what file would you put it in when it don’t come from me, it don’t come from you, it don’t really come from us, and it no longer even comes from those clowns we elected in the hope that they might represent us?

And the fact that others have done it in the past makes it all okay.

Keep marching sheep-boy. You can’t even aspire to being the shepherd bot no more. That’s been taken away along with what little personal freedoms you had left.

Yeah, let’s forget about those clumsy personal freedoms and just call everything that they want you to have, rights.

This country was founded upon the notion that rights are innate- they come with you when you come with us. No one gives them to you and no one can really take away the right. But they can take away the free and unfettered (big word I know) personal exercise of those rights.

Personal freedoms be damned- just give me my rights. Who defined those rights?

Oh, you did? And what about your cousin, and your neighbor, and the man across town- do your definitions line up?

Ok, no? Well then, THEY must have defined those rights for you. Did you vote on them?

No? Ok, now we are getting somewhere.

But you still don’t see do you sheep-boy?

If rights can be given, if rights can be decreed then they sure as hell can be controlled, changed, and even taken away.

They aren’t laws anymore.

And you ain’t free no more neither no way no how. Not like you was.

I know you don’t believe it. But one day, not too long from now, you will and by then it won’t really matter anymore. Too late has become long ago.

Aunt Bee said it be whilst Uncle Cracker tried to say no it don’t.

Guess who won?