What? What do you mean that should be every day in America? Well, of course it should, but that’s besides the point. People need little dates and things to remind them of what they should be doing all along. You know, like Speak Like a Pirate Day, or Pi Day, or “Have You Tipped Your Blogger Lately Day?” Stuff like that… er… coff.
Anyway, its being the hides of March, I figured we should, half in fun and full in earnest celebrate the demise of the original Man Who Would Be Emperor by doing something tyranny-resistant-like, for instance, oh, I don’t know, flying your don’t tread on me flag (what do you mean you don’t have one?) Sporting your Spirit of 76 car sticker/magnet (what do you mean you don’t have one?), going out of your way NOT to fill any federal forms or give any information to any government busybodies.
Oh, and if your state is considering violating your second amendment rights (mine is—groan) you should call your state-representatives and give them what for over the phone. Then wish them happy Ides of March.
Don’t go doing anything illegal or getting yourself in trouble, but some act of passive resistance or irate-what-for phone calling is the minimum you can do to let these critters know who’s boss. They’ve been getting rather above themselves, lately and We The People need to tug on the reins now and then.
So, go forth, and celebrate the Ides of March.
I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it: it was mere foolery; I did not mark it. I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown;–yet ’twas not a crown neither, ’twas one of these coronets;–and, as I told you, he put it by once: but, for all that, to my thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he offered it to him again; then he put it by again: but, to my thinking, he was very loath to lay his fingers off it. And then he offered it the third time; he put it the third time by: and still as he refused it, the rabblement hooted and clapped their chapped hands and threw up their sweaty night-caps and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because Caesar refused the crown that it had almost choked Caesar; for he swounded and fell down at it: and for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.
Addendum: I’m going to try to have a chapter of Rogue Magic for you tonight or tomorrow. I know what happens, I just don’t have the voice, yet. I’m trying to fight Jonathan being first person, because first book is multiple, POV. Otoh maybe that type of “consistency” is a holdover from trad publishing and I should just get over it. What do you guys think?
UPDATE: Welcome Instapundit Readers and thanks to Glenn Reynolds for the link!