So here I sit, facing a tough Duffy deadline. It’s my job in life (and in this article) to give readers practical ideas for how to live free. I’m supposed to engage enthusiasm. Concoct creative concepts. Inspire glorious disobedience to all that’s stultifying, bureaucratically burdensome, and contrary to the way good, contrary Americans like to live. But you know what? I don’t wanna. To heck with it. Freedom’s too hard, as readers have been informing me for years. And hey, 285 million Americans can‘t be wrong. So I’m going to go write romance novels instead. TV scripts. Yeah, that’s the thing, sitcom episodes. I mean, look at it. What’s the big deal about freedom that makes it worth all that effort? Freedom’s a nice luxury, of course. If you were free you wouldn’t be a dependent, a collaborator, or a victim of an aggressive government. You’d be able to live and think as you saw fit, as long as you respected others right to do the same. Your life wouldn’t be dedicated to “compliance” (or else) with any old random order written by any old random bureaucrat. You’d support the causes and people you value, not the causes and people some interest group wants to force you to support with your money, your labor, and your life. Wow, what a rush that would be. But you can‘t do that, these days. They won‘t let you. So why even try? And look at all the reasons not to try! CONTINUE . . .