I quick stick up a note from a few weeks ago on the concept of “home,” privacy, sovereignty of the individual … vs. group authority, diving authority … Who owns the right to your threshhold? you? the cop? the judge? the bank? … God? nature? Can the earthquake come in without your permission? the fire? the flood?
Does the sharp projection have your permission to enter your skull when you crash your car against the harvester?
I support the right of the steel tine; not of the cop, or the judge …
Paused in the midst of The Next Three Days. Um, I love Elizabeth Banks, almost as much as I love Russell Crowe.
Banks, in the Paul Haggis oeuvre, plays a woman arrested for a murder. The family of three is at home when a bevy of klepbots, cops, bureaucrats … break in and disupt everything. “This is my home,” Russel Crowe’s husband/father complains: to no avail.
How is your home yours if the cops can just break in? How is your money yours if it passes through the government’s control before you get it?
I’ll develop further as I can.