When your Dear Blogger was much younger, he used to be a libertarian.
Yes, the ammunition-stockpiling, Ron-Paul rally-attending, "FREEDOM!"-shouting type of libertarian.
We wore our American flag pins proudly, we saw ourselves marching in the footsteps of the Founders. With every step down Independence Avenue, we thought we could feel the approving gazes of Jefferson, Washington, and Madison (Adams was nobody's favorite).
We claimed we said "revolution" with "love". We claimed we were nothing but peaceful.
But there wasn't a one of us who didn't fantasize, deep down, that he would be the one standing, against all odds, in a rubble-strewn capitol, clutching Old Glory and an M1 Carbine.