The Day American Died

Those of us above a certain age can remember Don McLean's "American Pie".  Recorded in 1971, it describes the 1959 plane crash that killed Bubby Holly, Ritchie Valens and the Big Bopper as "The Day the Music Died".  Today was the day America died.

No, not that the country died like the Soviet Union.  Or the Holy Roman Empire.  Or so many other ruling institutions.  What died was America as a concept, as a vision for mankind.  America was not so much a matter of geography but of spirit and intent.  It was the bastion of liberty and the home to dreams and ideals.  That America died today.

The Supreme Court of the United States declared today that there is no limit to what the federal government can do, so long as it wraps itself in the taxing power of the Constitution.  We now can only rely on the restraint of elected politicians in Congress, which is a false and foolhardy reliance.

The Supreme Court has ruled that the government is supreme over the individual.  That the interests of the state are superior to the interests of the individuals.  That government doesn't receive its powers from the consent of the governed, but rather by the decree of itself.

America died.