Session 66 is now a historical fact. The Minority leader stood to offer his final oblation and declared his approval of the session, citing the fact that the Dems met nearly all of their goals. I silently agreed with him, and dropped my shovel, defeatedly.
58-42, they said. The Republicans hold the majority, they said. However, a Democrat by any other name is still a Democrat. It seemed as if some tried to be sly and metaphorically wear shirts with the word “Republican” written in marker on the front and “I pull weeds” on the back, but by their fruits you will know them.
Freedom is a garden kept and guarded only through great sweat and vigilance. Left untended, the fruits of liberty are choked out by tyranny and bondage. Montana’s garden is filling with crabgrass and knapweed. We’ve an abundance of noxious weeds, with pretty flowers on them, but not enough skilled gardeners. We’ve a plethora of green-thumbed horticulturalists growing debt and regulation and licensing and taxes, but where are the strong backed men with plows and scythes, with eyes for liberty and hearts for local government?
