I said:

– Keep the State out of my vagina. The State has no business regulating it.

They cheered. They applauded. They cried: “Preach, Sister!”

I then said:

– Keeping the State out of my vagina is not enough, though. I want the State out of my life completely. The State has no business to dictate me how to educate my children, what substances to consume, or how to spend my honestly earned money. The State has no business to demand that I first get a license if I want to braid hair, offer nutrition advice or catch babies, as long as I neither coerce nor defraud my clients. The State has no business forcing me to buy health insurance, or demanding that I get a permission slip form a licensed doctor before getting a medication. Get the State out of all consensual activates between people. Get the State out of our lives.

There were no cheers. There was no applause. Nobody cried “Preach, Sister!” Just angry, icy-cold silence replied to my words.

AAAAA