Time for a New Declaration of Independence?

Hillary Clinton signed off on delivering the Russia hoax to the FBI. Hooray. I have a hard time getting excited about something that matters so little. It is not merely a question of confirming something we already knew—that happens all the time, especially if you’re what, up until recently, was called a conspiracy theorist. 

But if you have even the slightest hope that demonstrating Clinton’s culpability would yield any tangible results other than getting to say “I told you so” to people who won’t remember the events you are talking about and, in any case, don’t care about them, give up those hopes now. Hillary doesn’t matter anymore. It would be much better to let her fade away like the old criminal she is and expire in peace: She’ll have all of eternity to contemplate her sins. 

I’d be paying more attention to the FBI. Their defense for the Russia hoax is simple: They were tricked. Don’t you see it? Michael Sussmann lied to them. So, obviously, they were fooled into following false leads for several years. It’s not as though America’s primary federal law enforcement agency expects people to go around lying to them and making stuff up. Tell the truth, people! Or else the FBI will be easily and totally baffled.

It goes without saying that no one really believes this narrative. The FBI knew what it was doing and needed merely the barest covering-their-tracks pretense to direct the full resources of federal law enforcement against its political enemies. The FBI’s proud history of bungled political persecutions goes back to the extensive legacy of J. Edgar Hoover. 

So what happens now? We let them get away with it, of course. There’s nothing to be done. The FBI and the Justice Department have made a deal with the American public: They pretend to uphold the law. We pretend to believe them. It’s easier than admitting that, with discretionary rather than impartial law enforcement, these agencies are not protecting Americans—they’re just protecting the government’s monopoly on organized crime. 

Under this monopoly, to take just one example, the rise of local homicidal maniacs shooting people on the New York subways (or maybe just robbing them) is simply a crime concession that law enforcement has granted to the petty criminals so the government can get on with the serious business of stealing our entire life’s work. Who, after all, is getting the better deal: The mugger who runs off with one wallet a day, or the government that is entitled to about 50 percent of the contents of everyones’ wallets every day for all eternity? 

Still, it’s a lot easier to get fed up without those occasional distractions like  “Vaccine!” “Ukraine!” “Baby Formula!” “Gas Prices!” and “Monkeypox!” (And get ready for “Recession!”) In addition to which, people are much more inclined to bear those ills they have than fly to others they know not of—or, as Jefferson puts it, “mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed.” 

“But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government.” Of course that is a pretty heretical, dangerous, white-supremacist sentiment. Which is probably why we don’t study that document in school anymore.

About Dan Gelernter

Dan Gelernter is a columnist for American Greatness living in Connecticut.

Photo: Vinatge engraving of Firt draft of Declaration of Independence in Jefferson's handwriting with his own corrections. iStock/Getty Images

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