by Jon Guze
Senior Fellow, Legal Studies, John Locke Foundation
By Don Boudreaux at Cafe Hayek. You should read the whole thing, but here’s an excerpt:
I call for resistance. Serious resistance. Strong resistance. Meaningful resistance. Tell the governors, the mayors, the health officials, the cops, all to go to hell and to remain there until they are reduced to ashes. Don’t tread on me! Let individuals, each one, decide on his or her own how much, if any, precaution to take against the coronavirus. The idiotic hysteria stirred up by the media will guarantee that a large number of people over-protect themselves. That’s their business, although I pity them for their gullibility.
But for the few of us who want to live free, civilized lives – lives unobstructed by the awful officiousness of the healthocrats – I think I can speak: Leave. Us. Alone. For heaven’s sake, leave us alone. Please. Mind your own business. Cower in fear and live, if you wish, in your antiseptic and lonely closets. You’ll perhaps arrange for your hearts to keep beating for an extra year or two, but the ‘lives’ that you’ll lead will be pathetic, imbecilic, and unworthy of anyone worthy of life.
As for me, I stand with Patrick Henry: Give me liberty or give me death. I would prefer to be dead than to live as a prisoner in this healthocracy.