A little over ten years ago, I had an epiphany at work. I was struggling until I suddenly realized that I was not, as I had imagined, a professional, but an employee.
And my eyes opened, and I understood.
The employee game is an easy one to play, unless you don't know you're playing it.
So with the ACA ruling came a similarly uncomfortable epiphany.
I was the rube.
I was the patsy.
Like the die-hard Cubs fan, always waiting for the conservatives to win, I hoped.
But then Roberts ruled, and my eyes opened, and I understood.
All that kabuki about conservative undercurrents in Washington was complete and utter bullshit. It was all of a piece, just different players jockeying for position.
And I was the idiot, believing there was some chance of reversion to ancient times.
Instead of a professional, I am an employee.
Instead of a citizen, I am a serf.
And the serf game is an easy one; its rules are old and easily learned. Bow and scrape, basically. Get yours.
My apologies for having misled anyone otherwise."
This was from reader Pogo, whom I linked to back in March during the Obamatax oral arguments.
Ever since reading his thoughts, I can't get this out of my head:
It's a bit like "Close Encounters of the Third Kind". Can't quite figure out what it means, other than I really love the Simpsons pre 2002.
That, and I really don't like the look of those saps standing in line.