A Kind Word for King George

A nation of 300 millions doesn't need a gang of -- I leave room for exceptions -- narcissistic power-grabbers defining the terms of daily life for so vast a constituency. We can do better for ourselves. At all events, we could hardly do worse than those purporting to act in our interest yet always finding, curiously, that what serves their own interests must be what serves ours as well: namely, the centralization of everything in Washington, D.C. The better to serve, you know!

The revolutionary generation, which was never as unanimous on policy and outlook as history sometimes portrays them, had more respect for the rights and intuitions of the people for whom they spoke. There's no such respect anymore. We're all a bunch of half wits and children, to hear our supposed representatives. They can't figure out that we can figure out things for ourselves, sometimes with a little help from our representatives; more often, not.

Today's political class is, by and large -- and as I say with due respect to the exceptions -- more than a little selfish, more than a little pigheaded and pretty close to generally worthless. By these folks, our health care system is about to be reordered or, likelier, disordered. Would King George III and his parliament have done any worse? It's too awful a question to contemplate. But some days, some days, you just kind of wonder.