Derek Hunter

But constant failure and the deaths of hundreds of millions of human beings do not provide the cautionary tale they should to progressives. They are simply the eggs broken in pursuit of the yet-to-be achieved perfect omelet. And they’re still in the kitchen cooking.

They, of course, are largely exempt from the impact of their whims. Their money tucked away in tax shelters and trusts, they fly private while extolling the virtues of shrinking your carbon footprint, and hold conferences in places such as Davos and Aspen to discuss how society should be made to bow to their will to improve the economy for all. They could hold these events in places in need of the economic stimulus they seek to manufacture, such as Cleveland or Detroit. But they’d rather not for reasons unknown. Maybe those airports don’t have enough private jet parking or aren’t close enough to one of their vacation homes, but it’s most likely they don’t want to be reminded of the monuments to waste their philosophy has produced. Looking at a pile of your eggshells can be unappealing.

Detroit, Cleveland and many other cities are the petri dishes of their failure, filled with prisoners of their policies. Who wants to be reminded of that?

The safety net provided by welfare, Medicaid, food stamps and countless other programs has become a hammock. It’s not one of comfort; it’s just enough to ensnare generations with the promise of a better future that all too often does not arrive. Those trapped by the hollow promise of a hand-up become addicted to the hand-out, and transform into a voting base for progressives who swear that better future is just around the corner of a dead-end street.

Government takes an ever-larger role in people’s lives and it becomes the norm. It feeds children breakfast and lunch, then subsidizes dinner in a home it pays for or at least subsidizes the rent. Progressives have transformed the federal government from one designed to barely be noticed beyond times of emergency to an omnipresent silent partner in tens of millions of Americans lives.

It is sold as a soft landing, a comfortable couch covered in velvet to break the fall. But chains are chains, no matter what they’re made of. Under the guise of “freedom from want,” comfortable velvet shackles have been constructed right before our eyes. And this prison does nothing but grow.

Soon we will become dependent upon our warden for our health care, as government moves to envelope millions more in the plush prison of dependency. Our liberty has devolved to the point we accept, with consternation but not question, decisions of nine unelected judges.

No matter what the issue or the decision, how sad is it that our Founding Fathers, men who risked everything they had on this earth to create a nation where the individual was free from a tyrannical government, would have that nation devolve into one where we find its citizens waiting every June for decrees from the Supreme Court to determine what rights we have or what the definition of a word is? We are now a nation of people who seek validation for their thoughts, actions and very existence from a branch of government?

This isn’t just about the decisions of the Supreme Court this week; it’s about the decisions of all branches of government every week, every month, every year. It’s about the next great progressive idea – a compulsory year of national service for every American between the ages of 18 and 25. Sound far-fetched? The push is starting.

This week in Aspen, progressive elites gathered to start a push for the idea. Headed by the Huffington Post and the Franklin Project, the national (indentured) service idea – service to progressive causes, by the way – has people who either married into money or were born into billions supporting it, and they are connected. The “born on 3rd base and acting like they hit a triple” brigade has nothing but time on its hands and access to the halls of power.

Get used to the idea. The word “compulsory” wasn’t chosen by accident or lack of vocabulary. A government powerful enough to force you to buy something, to redefine words, to overrule the will of its people will think nothing of adding a few links to their chain. After all, what’s a little velvet slavery when it comes to the common good?

Derek Hunter

Derek Hunter is Washington, DC based writer, radio host and political strategist. You can also stalk his thoughts 140 characters at a time on Twitter.