Sarah Hoyt has a particularly inspiring piece up today, Ungovernable.
Yeah, Americans talk back, and make classrooms noisy, and can sometimes be counterproductive. On the other hand, Americans, faced with a gadawful mess don’t look around and wait for “the proper person” to fix it. They roll up their sleeves and each of them goes “Well, I’ll do this.”
This is to an extent why – to quote Bill Whittle – the future comes from America. We are willing to go ahead and try it, and see how it plays.
The spirit is still there. Diminished, perhaps, but still much stronger than in the rest of the world.
This is why statists of any stripe so often throw their hands up and call us ungovernable. Not that this gives them the idea they shouldn’t try. No. Instead, they try to devise more cunning ways of governing us. You have them to give credit for dreaming the impossible dream. It’s the one proof we have that the sons of beetles are Americans.
Ungovernable. As Sarah reaffirms once again - it's not a bug; it's a feature.
Ungovernable. I like the sound of that. Rolls right off the tongue, doesn't it?
Unabashed. Uncowed. Unbowed. Ungovernable.
It reminds me of a line from Buck Ramsey's book, Cowboy Poets and Cowboy Poetry:
And there was the cowboy who was asked by a proper sort of Englishman, "Tell me, my good man, where is your master?" He replied, "That son-of-a-bitch ain't been born yet."
Or, as the Wee Free Men would put it...
Nae king! Nae quin! Nae laird! Nae master! We willnae be fooled again!