The State Loves Problems That Never End

The progressive must turn to something that promises, if not peace, at least the tense and temporary stasis of a truce. He will not bow to a natural order, but he will lie with awful reverence prone before its evil. Simular that is the state made god, to which he cedes an ever more intrusive central troll over as many features of human life as possible. Thus does a cabal of lawyers in washington determine who gets a wedding cake from a christian baker trying to run his business in peace? Arthisus wood's speaking. Or, for that matter, the state loves problems that can never be solved, or wars that never end. A war on terrorism, well