Dear government. We aren’t cooperating any longer. You and me, I mean. You aren’

Dear government.

We aren’t cooperating any longer.

You and me, I mean.

You aren’t helping us cooperate.

Me and my fellow man, I mean.

Instead, you put us into conflict.

Then you tax and fine me,

For resolving a conflict,

That you created.

And so many conflicts,

and so many fees,

That, now you’re farming me.

Like a farm animal.

Like a slave.

So, sorry.

The deal is off.

I withdraw my consent.

I take back my right of violence.

I take back my sovereignty.

I know what you think:

I have no choice.

And, we have no choice.

But we do.

We have a bunch of choices:

Some of us will leave.

Some of us will check out.

Some of us will just ride it out

Some of us will rebel.

Some of us will depose you.

And some of us will kill you.

The virtuous use of violence.

A return to rule of law.

A return to liberty.

A return to nobility.

A return to aristocracy.

The love of liberty.

The cult of sovereignty.

The religion of non-submission.

The government of law not men.

One has freedom of his own choosing.

Or one merely has permission.

Welcome to the new revolution.