The original draft of the constitution of the United States of America put together by the eighteenth century gentlemen with large estates in that hall in Philadelphia stipulated that everyone was “endowed by their creator with certain inalienable rights to life, liberty, and property.” On further consideration, however, the founding fathers decided that allowing the unwashed mob to own anything was a dangerous precedent and changed property to “the pursuit of happiness.” So we’re not allowed to own anything, especially, crucially in the case of women, our own bodies, but we’re graciously permitted to try and be happy. How can they bear to be so good to us?
The US government under Mr. Bush already declared some years ago “ownership of space” and since space contains the moon and stars and all the planets, indeed the entire universe, the egregious Mr. Bush must also be considered to own all of that. If God is found to exist, I guess He, or She, will be offered a post as official representative of the US buggermint until such time as whatever powers they are found to possess can be transferred to more suitable hands.
No wonder Ben Franklin refused to have anything to do with the deal hammered out in Philadelphia.
"In individuals, insanity is rare; but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule." F. Nietzsche
Happy Summer Solstice!