I wonder if there's any meaningful way to ban political parties that wouldn't just result in unofficial backroom political parties.Make it a requirement that there be at least four-to-five political parties at any given time, cuz the two-party system is the greatest reason why modern US politics are so fucked.
The way ALL democracies work is such that even if you had the most politically diverse government in the history of mankind it WOULDN'T make any difference because you NEED a consensus to pass reform. This is something that Schumpeter wrote about and it's totally true.Make it a requirement that there be at least four-to-five political parties at any given time, cuz the two-party system is the greatest reason why modern US politics are so fucked.
This. The best way to do this would be to put in a clause that prevents immigration that would over time change the demographic balance. Set the maximum percent non-white/Christian at 10% or something.The founding culture, race, and faith have a right to self-defense which supersedes all other rights.
It's retarded to create a system with no mechanism for sustaining itself.
This is the true meaning of the second amendment. It is the right to rebel.I would also take a the lead from the early Roman Republic and make assassination of dictators by any citizen legal.
You should read Lone Star Planet by H Beam Piper.This is the true meaning of the second amendment. It is the right to rebel.
The reason for which this young hero cut down that monster of political iniquity, S. Austin Maverick. On the very morning of his justly-merited death, Austin Maverick, using the powers of his political influence, rammed through the Finance and Revenue Committee a bill entitled 'An Act for the Taxing of Personal Incomes, and for the Levying of a Withholding Tax.' Fellow citizens, words fail me to express my horror of this diabolic proposition, this proposed instrument of tyrannical extortion, borrowed from the Dark Ages of the Twentieth Century! Why, if this young nobleman had not taken his blade in hand, I'd have killed the sonofabitch, myself!"
He leaned forward, extending the belt and holsters to the defendant. "I therefore restore to you your weapons, taken from you when, in compliance with the law, you were formally arrested. Buckle them on, and, assuming your weapons again, go forth from this court a free man, Wilbur Whately. And take with you that machete with which you vindicated the liberties and rights of all New Texans. Bear it reverently to your home, hang it among your lares and penates, cherish it, and dying, mention it within your will, bequeathing it as a rich legacy unto your issue! Court adjourned; next session 0900 tomorrow. For Chrissake, let's get out of here before the barbecue's over!" Some of the spectators, drooling for barbecued supercow, began crowding and jostling toward the exits; more of them were pushing to the front of the courtroom, cheering and waving their hip-flasks. The prosecution and about half of the friends of the court hastily left by a side door, probably to issue statements disassociating themselves from the deceased Maverick.
"So that's the court that's going to try the men who killed Ambassador Cumshaw," I commented, as Gail and I went out. "Why, the purpose of that court seems to be to acquit murderers." "Murderers?" She was indignant. "That wasn't murder. He just killed a politician. All the court could do was determine whether or not the politician needed it, and while I never heard about Maverick's income-tax proposition, I can't see how they could have brought in any other kind of a verdict. Of all the outrageous things!