People like Mr. Powell are our enemies.
The Roman Republic failed, in part, because they could not successfully answer the question, "Who Shall Guard the Guards?"
 The Founders of this Republic answered that question with both the First and Second Amendments. Like Stalin, our politicians
 couldn't care less what common folk say about them, but the concept of the informed citizenry as guarantors of their own
 liberties sets their teeth on edge and disturbs their statist sleep. 

Governments, some great men once avowed, derive their legitimacy from "the consent of the governed." In the country that
 these men founded, it should not be required to remind anyone that the people do not obtain their natural liberties by
 "the consent of the Government." Yet in this century, our once great constitutional republic has been so profaned in the
 pursuit of power and social engineering by corrupt leaders as to be unrecognizable to the Founders. And in large measure
 we have ourselves to blame because at each crucial step along the way the usurpers of our liberties have obtained the
 consent of a majority of the governed to do what they have done, often in the name of "democracy"-- a political system
 rejected by the Founders. A good friend of mine gave the best description of pure democracy I have ever heard. "Democracy,"
 he concluded, "is three wolves and a sheep sitting down to vote on what to have for dinner." The rights of the sheep in
 this system are obviously in peril. 

Now it is true that our present wolf-like, would-be rulers do not as yet seek to eat that sheep and its peaceable wooly
 cousins. They are, however, most desirous that the sheep be shorn of rights, and if possible and when necessary, be
 reminded of his rightful place in society as "good citizen sheep" whose safety from the big bad wolves outside the barn
 doors is only guaranteed by the omni-presence in the barn of the "good wolves" of the government. Indeed, they do not
 present themselves as wolves at all, but rather these lupines parade around in sheep's clothing, bleating insistently
 in falsetto about the welfare of the flock and the necessity to surrender liberty and property "for the children" or for
 "the lambs." In order to ensure future generations of compliant sheep, they are careful to educate the lambs in the way of
 "political correctness," tutoring them in the totalitarian faiths that "it takes a barnyard to raise a lamb" and "all
 animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others." 

Every now and then, some tough old independent-minded ram refuses to be shorn and tries to remind the flock that they
 once decided affairs themselves according to the rule of law of their ancestors, and without the help of their "betters."
 When that happens, the fangs become apparent and the conspicuously unwilling are shunned, cowed, driven off or occasionally
 killed. But flashing teeth or not, the majority of the flock has learned over time not to resist the Lupine-Mandarin class
 which herds it. Their Founders, who were fiercely independent rams, would have long ago chased off such usurpers. Any
 present members of the flock who think like that are denounced as antediluvian or mentally deranged. 

The tyrant must be met at the door, at yours or mine, whenever he shows his bloody appetite. It matters not what flag he
 flies, what uniform he wears, nor what excuses he brings for pillaging your property, your liberty, or your life. "By their
 works ye shall know them." The time is late. Those who once had trouble reading their watches for the darkness will have
 none for the glare of the fires, we will have the advantage of that terrible illumination. The tyrant is outnumbered and
 we destroy all that he represents.