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Total Rip-off Tuesday: John Zmirak

Wherein I rip-off another writer on the web. Not taking credit, just sharing good stuff.

Today's choice is a guest blog post from John Zmirak in the in the National Catholic Register:



...ultimately this really isn’t a battle over birth control, natural law or even religion, it’s about what America means: At heart of our Constitutional democracy is the freedom of individuals, even those with unpopular opinions, to pursue the good as they choose—and their right to form groups outside the government and push back against its policies. That’s why we have Amish communities, Catholic schools, associations of kosher butchers, hippie home-schools, gun clubs, organic farms… and all the other free institutions that build up our “ordered liberty.” Take all that away, quash every organization that displeases the federal government, and what you have is a country full of naked individuals, shivering in every wind that blows from Washington, D.C.
We must make other Americans feel the chilling effect an Obama victory would have on their own freedom. Sometime before Election Day, I beg each one of you to say something like this to some neighbor who doesn’t care a fig about contraception:
“Should any institution, anywhere in society, be allowed to resist public opinion?  Or should the federal government step in and make it conform? Do you want to live in a free, diverse America, or one where the state co-opts and crushes civil society, and steam-rollers over the consciences of minorities? Is there some issue—any issue—where you disagree with the federal government, the NY Times, or NPR? Well if the Feds get away with doing this, you can kiss your rights goodbye. You’re next, my friend.”

Read more: http://www.ncregister.com/blog/john-zmirak/first-they-came-for-the-catholics#ixzz2Amo2B35E

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