I write on a variety of subjects, but more about the philosophy of freedom and private ownership of property than anything else. I have decided to tell more of my personal story and how I arrived at these concepts which became a way of life for me.
Despite the fact I have written some stories about my journey, they really only tell a small part of my life. As a result of writing many articles on my internet blog site, my readership is expanding, and lately I am receiving more e-mails and comments. In this connection, I thought it might be of some benefit to someone, if I detailed a bit more about my journey and in the course of events, relate some of the things which happened to me personally as I evolved in my thinking process to arrive at some of the ideas I express conceptually.
Growing up on a farm during the Great Depression, mine was a family that discussed everything going on locally and nationally. We knew about things from newspapers and the radio. Because my parents were very young, eighteen years old when I was born, I had a number of aunts and uncles around my age, both sets of grandparents living and even great grandparents. Most were quite opinionated and there was a lot of discussion about politics. It was the era of Roosevelt and my parents vehemently disliked him and what he did.
Therefore, I had this background of interest in politics and individualism. But it was in the mid-fifties when I became intensely interested in knowing more about how governments operated, while living in Japan. I have described this in detail in a previous article.
In the first part of this three part series, I briefly told the story of my life, divorce and aftermath of being married to a military officer and that twenty plus years in the military. Then I talked about how I pursued the philosophy of freedom. In the second part, I discussed my discoveries and what it meant to me and how I define it.
Forget if you can, party names like Democrat, Republican or the Libertarian party, my concern is with ideologies and concepts upon which the current crisis we are in hinges. It all boils down to who is responsible for your life, you or I or political government.
I’ll begin this third part by saying the government has never paid me anything. The years I spent as a military wife, the government paid my husband a small amount for me included in his salary, but never one cent to me directly. I was designated as his dependent. However, I have plenty of documentation from the military, telling me what to do and what was expected of me to do to support this military officer, and I obeyed. I did what I was told to do, insofar as obeying the rules and regulations they issued to me. Addressed to me they would usually begin with, “Dear Military Wife.”
Because we moved around so much, it was difficult for me to hold a job, so I mostly stayed home, raised children, took care of his sick parents, supported him and followed the rules. I expected when he retired to receive some benefit from his military retirement monies. But to this day I have never received one cent.
Before marrying him I did work and paid into social security. And did work some during the time we were married. We filed joint income tax, and social security payments were deducted from his salary. However I have never received one cent from social security. I was informed I was ineligible for SS payments.
I do receive a small annuity from a private company that was nationalized by the government a number of years ago. Pretty much like they are nationalizing private companies today. But it is neither social security nor military retirement pay. Payments into the company for retirement benefits were simply taken over by the government.
When I divorced him, he had already completed the military service and retired, but had not at that time started receiving military retirement. When I applied for it, I was denied, saying inasmuch as it was not specified in the divorce decree I was ineligible to receive. They told me I had just fallen through the cracks. Such is the crazies and rationale of political government.
As I described in my first part, I struggled to survive and take care of my children, and by the Grace of God managed to do so without ever receiving one cent from government for anything. Never have I applied for nor received any so-called welfare benefits like food stamps and the like.
Over the years, I would periodically apply to receive a pro rata share of his military retirement, even writing to members of congress, but to no avail. I recently ran across a letter I wrote to Sam Nunn, who was the Georgia Senator head of the armed services committee, as late as 1988, but to no avail.
There is a spousal support act which provides payment for some and not to others. I really felt as though the denial of any compensation was tantamount to involuntary servitude as spelled out in the constitution. Inasmuch as the government told me what to do to support a member of the military.
In my understanding of the philosophy of freedom, much boils down to ones choice. We have no choice for some things. We have no choice but to use the tax supported roads because there are no others. But we do have a choice not to participate in tax-funded libraries, for example. We have no choice when the government takes our property [money} but we can refuse the stolen loot when it comes to accepting monies paid by others.
For example, all those on the welfare doles, don’t work and never paid into the system, but simply live and leech off those who have worked and paid into the system.
In my case, I paid into the system with my life, time and money and have never received anything. I felt I was entitled to receive some back from my deposits into the government till. Not that I was entitled to anything from what others had contributed to the system, but from my contributions into the system. I never volunteered to be a part of the military, but out of love of my country and freedom, I did agree to do my part once in it. I never volunteered to pay social security monies, they arbitrarily took it.
This reminds me of a story I told earlier about starting the antique shop. I had been operating it a few months when two well-dressed men paid me a visit and told me I had to collect sales tax and file a monthly report. I told the two well dressed government employees, I did not choose to be a tax collector. They politely informed me it was a law and I must do it. I was resistant and argumentative, and said, you mean I’m required to be a tax collector on all this old used junk. They persistently explained I had no choice if I wanted to stay in business and patiently showed me how to fill out the forms to send into the state with money every month… And from that day forward, I became a tax collector. For years afterwards I filed sales tax reports every month.
In retrospect, it seems to me I have been an unpaid government worker in more ways than one.
In spite of everything which has happened in my life, I do believe life itself is very fair. I believe in the Law of the Circle, everything that goes around must sooner or later come around in one form or another. To me the most just law in the Universe. But admittedly, sometimes wonder what the worms must think when the birds eat them.
For anyone out there struggling to make it, you will if you decide too. If you are interested in understanding the true meaning of freedom, there is plenty of information available if you seek it and apply the principles. And when I speak of principles, I mean those undeviating, immutable laws of the Universe, not to be confused with one’s value judgments which are always changing and principles never do.
From reading a great deal about what others write and listening to others, it’s my opinion; one of the biggest misunderstandings is the difference in Principles and value judgments. I wrote an article on the subject of Principles versus value judgments some time back, that is still posted on my site.
Despite the fact I have received a great deal of notoriety in news articles this past year. It’s not about me. It’s about the Principles of individual freedom and personal ownership of property rights. Freedom is not a free lunch. Unfortunately we have squandered it, and I really do not know how we are going to regain it. It’s only my wild guess; it is one person at a time. Freedom is not a groupy thing.
Just a few days ago, I heard over the news some organization here in Georgia had four hundred thousand signatures on a petition to send to congress about the bail-out program. Obviously that isn’t working. Repeatedly it has been tried and failed. I suggest reading my article titled, Debates and Dear John Letter for a different approach.
Because of my love of freedom, concerns for my life and the future of my grandchildren, I share my story with anyone who might benefit from it…
Let Freedom Ring