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I remember an episode of NCIS where the character Abby Sciuto (played by the very talented Pauley Perrette) said something to the effect of “I used to be an anarchist, but I quit. Too many rules.”

Too many rules. Ay, there’s the rub! Whether it’s anarchy, religion, writing, society, or even life itself, we’re hemmed in by rules. Grammar, ritual, whatever: rules are everywhere.

It makes me want to scream sometimes.

But then I remember the Number One Rule as taught by a former English professor: “You have to know the rules in order to break them deliberately.”

Or as Bob Dylan so elegantly put it, “To live outside the law, ya gotta be honest.”

That great master of the English language, Winston Churchill, was once taken to task during an interview for having ended a sentence with a preposition. He glared at the young reporter and replied, “That, sir, is arrant nonsense, up with which I will not put.”

Here on Medium, you can find countless examples of rules for writing which, given that this is primarily a site for writers, makes sense. I know; I’ve read many of them. Some of them even make sense. Actually, they all make sense, if you look at them from the point of the various authors who wrote them. They make sense to that person for a very simple reason: they work for her.

And ultimately, isn’t that why we have rules in the first place? Because they work? But here’s the thing: my rules work for me. Do I have the right, then, to force them onto anyone else? I don’t know you. We’ve never met and probably never will. So who am I to say my rules will work for you?

Rules vs. Laws

Here’s where things get sticky. One of my rules is that I don’t have a uterus, so I have no say in what any other woman does with hers. It’s none of my business. Therefore, I am pro-choice. Notice I said pro-choice, and not pro-abortion. There’s a huge difference. I don’t favor abortion, but as I said, it’s not my body.

But.

There are also people who don’t believe a woman has the right to choose what she can and can’t do with her own body, and they make laws about it.

I deliberately chose abortion as an example precisely because it’s such a hot-button issue. Alabama’s governor just signed a new law which is the most restrictive in the nation. Even such a right-wing religious fanatic as Pat Robertson says it goes too far.

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I seem to remember an old document from my distant hazy high school history class. I said something to the effect that “all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”

It goes on to say “[t]hat to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, — That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it…”

It seems to me — and I can’t be the only one — that our current form of government has indeed become destructive of these ends, especially the pursuit of happiness.

I have no answers.

For Further Reading:

The Declaration of Independence

The Constitution of the United States

The Declaration of the Rights of Man

The Age of Reason

The American Crisis

And here’s why: https://bit.ly/2S9lXwW

Donald Trump, in his eternal ass-licking of the fascist Evangelical Christian movement, seeks to deny my existence. Not content with stripping minorities of their civil rights, he is now attempting to define me out of existence.

What next? Is he going to round us up and put us in ghettoes, as the Nazis did in the 1930s and ‘40s? Or maybe the same detention facilities concentration camps he’s using to house immigrant children?

People have been saying for years that “it can’t happen here.” But it is happening here, and has been, ever since the Great Pumpkin (aka Trumplethinskin) and his cronies stole the election with the help of Russia.

Trump wasn’t elected: he was Putin office.

Who’s next? Atheists? Gays and lesbians? Minority races? And even “minority races” is a joke, since collectively they outnumber the so-called White majority.

I’m so angry right now that I have to save this as a draft and walk away until I can think more clearly.


Much Later

The news keeps getting worse. With the Rethuglican party firmly in control of the Senate, it’s probably going to sanction these new policies. And since they’ve managed to stack the deck in their favor on the Supreme Court, any legal challenges to these unconstitutional policies will also be denied, even the the Constitution plainly states in Article 14:

All persons born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States and of the State wherein they reside. No State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any State deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws.

I’m pretty sure that denying people their civil rights by executive dictatorial decree does not constitute “due process,” but I could be wrong. After all, I’m no lawyer: my parents preferred that I pursue an honest career instead.

But it Ain’t Over ‘til it’s Over

As a wise man once said. Perhaps this latest indignity will wake up the sleeping masses and fire them with sufficient zeal to overturn this dictatorship.

But I doubt it. Most likely they’ll just go back to Netflix & Chill.

STFU

When it’s umpteen degrees in my bedroom, I’ll take my laptop downstairs to write. Most of the time, it works…but there’s a problem: our house is often the unwilling host to freeloaders, moochers, and other disreputable sorts.

They’re not really bad people, but they insist on trying to talk to me when it’s obvious that I’m working. I really don’t need to get a blow-by-blow description of whatever television show you watched last night.

I’m probably better-informed about local news than you are, so I don’t need to repeating half-truths and rumors.

And while my landlord is perfectly content to have you here—and it should be a clue to how welcome you really are when he disappears into his upstairs bedroom whenever you overstay your welcome (usually 10 minutes after you get here)—neither one of us appreciate you blasting out your crappy taste in music on his computer.

I’m 30 years older than you are and I don’t enjoy the same taste in music as y0u do. That’s why you have a fucking smart-phone. USE IT.

In short, pull your heads out of your collective asses and realize that you are not the only people in the house. Have some consideration for others—especially since it’s NOT YOUR HOUSE!

And why don’t I copy the landlord and retreat to my bedroom? A couple of reasons:

  1. I pay rent to live here. You don’t.
  2. Then there is the matter of things disappearing whenever you’re left unattended in the house. I just don’t feel safe with you here.
  3. The two of us who live here do things a certain way for certain reasons: we DO NOT need you coming in and changing things. If there’s a window closed, LEAVE IT CLOSED! I know this is a difficult concept, but THIS IS NOT YOUR HOUSE!
  4. I get $15 a month in food stamps, so please don’t eat my food!

But The Really Big Thing is This

I am trying to deal with several mental issues. Among them are social anxiety disorder and agoraphobia. It’s hard for me to be around people. THIS HOUSE IS MY SANCTUARY, my safe space. You have invaded it, and I no longer feel safe in my own house!

So I’m going to propose a solution: I’m going to have a serious discussion with my landlord about your freeloading ways and how they are affecting my health and well-being.

And on another note: STOP STORING YOUR WHOLE WATERMELON IN THE REFRIGERATOR!  It doesn’t need to be refrigerated, and it takes up space that I—who actually pay money to be here—desperately need for my own food.