12th Carnival of Principled Government, in honor of spam
Thank you for visiting the 12th Carnival of Principled Government, where we strive to uphold the founding vision of our founding fathers. This week's edition is dedicated to that unfortunate byproduct of the internet we all know and love: spam. Why? Mostly because the state of Nebraska keeps sending me the same survey to fill out which they say is completely optional. I actually was planning to until I got it for the third time. I am not sure the government can spam you, but it certainly seems to.

The definition of spam is:
To indiscriminately send unsolicited, unwanted, irrelevant, or inappropriate messages, especially commercial advertising in mass quantities. Noun: electronic "junk mail."
I don't know what this spammer was trying to sell me, because I don't click on links and attachments from unknown sources. But the string of quotes was interesting, so they shall string together this week's entries for the Carnival of Principled Government. With a few interjected comments since there were not so many entries!
The greater the hold of government upon the life of the individual citizen, the greater the risk of war.
The Daily Planet might agree with John Hospers as she takes a look at government with an amusing anecdote and a hypothetical law.
If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?
Perhaps there is a bit of Thomas Lovell Beddoes in the Trusted Advisor as he discusses the American disease.
The scars you acquire while exercising courage will never make you feel inferior.
Thank you for that insight, D.a. Battista.
The charm of fame is so great that we like every object to which it is attached, even death.
Blaise Pascal, maybe you have discovered the secret to why we always vote for incumbents. All About Voting discusses the predictability of voting.
I love my government not least for the extent to which it leaves me alone.
That's mine. If only I had an entry. Nice philosophy on life, John Updike!
The real death of America will come when everyone is alike.
I think Po Moyemu would agree with James T. Ellison on that. After all, without choice, what do we have?
If I didn't start painting, I would have raised chickens.
Grandma Moses had that practical bent to her, didn't she? Since song writing is its own art form, I'll slip Mad Kane's limerick in here.
It is a weakness that I lead from my heart, and not my head?
Yes, Princess Diana.
Remember, a dead fish can float downstream, but it takes a live one to swim upstream.
Thanks, W.C. Fields. I may have to use that some day.
The first duty of love is to listen.
Paul Tillich is probably right about that. But perhaps loving is the effect of truly listening?
I am thirty-three -- the age of the good Sans-culotte Jesus, an age fatal to revolutionists.
Aah! Camille Desmoulins and I are the same age?!
Underneath this flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character.
The Agonist might connect with this given his entry on Jose Padilla.
Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals. Love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves.
I'll have to think about that for awhile, but at the moment I feel sorry for Oliver Goldsmith.

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Given the number of obligations I have taken on in recent weeks, I will be rescheduling this carnival to monthly so that I have more time to devote to the editions as they come up.