Today's Anti Constitution Essay

   People who defend the constitution have either never read it or else they have read it and are filled with the avarice the constitution promises to the evildoer. The Constitution does not "protect" anything except Washington DC. The Constitution does not "guarantee" anything except that Washington DC will grow and prosper. For an honest man to defend the Constitution he needs to never have read it. As it turns out nobody has actually read the Constitution, honest or otherwise.
   It is not exciting reading. It is a tedious written proclamation of the authority that the Central Committee will have. It has 7 "articles" and 27 "amendments." The articles have sections. A lot of them. Every sentence in every article and amendment and section is an edict. And the authority of every edict is sweeping and engulfing. A Mongolian horde would drool and drip saliva like oral Niagaras if they were offered the power and exclusivity over millions of peoples' lives that the Constitution offers the central bureaucracy with its articles, sections, and amendments. Gathered down from the upper atmosphere where the powers of the universe reside, these men in powdered wigs and buckled shoes and dandy stockings and genital-caressing breeches reached upwards and pulled down to us more rules, regulations, rituals, edicts, decisions, legalisms, procedures, itemizations, decrees, fiats, orders, mandatory conditions, handcuffs, chains, bindings, straightjackets, manacles, ropes, anchors and limitations on the citizenry liberty than all of Britain or the Church or Rome or Assyria or Gog and Magog before them could have managed, all working together as one and in full cooperation. And this is excluding the preamble, which in one sentence proclaims itself the arbiter of all human activity in the newly liberated colonies, and may all the gods and demons of history have mercy on the souls of any who dis-proclaim these hallowed edicts to follow as written in cumbersome legalistic and bombastically pompous King James-like senetences and Leviticus and Deuteronomy-like hair-splitting tedium and ruminating ghastliness that only a fixated mental patient would find any interest in. This is the Constitution: an exhausting litany of mystical and magical nonsense and utterances that only a Mason or an astrology or a sorcerer could love.
    Implicit in the creation of the Constitution is the insistence and assertion and decision and conclusion and declaration and proclamation and decree that the newly-liberated Colonists cannot take care of themselves. They will run around killing and butchering everyone they meet in a bloodlust frenzy of islamic butchery unless a committee of Masons and slave-fuckers of 12 year old boys and girls in the barn in the back in the woods creates a cumbersome, ritualistic, obsessive-compulsive rulebook for them to live by. So they did. And they prefaced it with "we the people." Actually it was "they the self-appointed committee." None of the colonists alive at the time and certainly not you born 300 years later were consulted about how you or they might like an eternal future of being ordered around, generation after generation, by a wig-wearing collective of British faggots wearing toreador pants with no underwear and their genitals pressed alluringly against their legs in sumptuous outline for all the lads to see and desire. You weren't one of the "we people," and your ancestors, if they were colonists of the times, were not consulted either. If any votes were taken farmer Percy of Boston wasnt consulted. Neither was Nolan the Drunk. Or Jeremiah the New Hampshire blacksmith. And if they were consulted they would have not understood why: they were too busy living their lives with no Constitution. How did they do it? Did they not know the danger they were in not having a Constitution to guide them?