I don’t need you anymore.

What a powerful statement.

Imagine saying that to a cancer doctor.

Or to a wheelchair.

Or a bottle of alcohol.

How liberating. How beautiful.

I don’t need you anymore.

Now, imagine a welfare dependent telling the government,

“I don’t need you anymore.”

Imagine having raised yourself up to a place where you no longer need aid to survive, a place where your own hands, your own mind, your own effort have given you the capacity to live without someone else having to prop you up. Your own life, your own path, unchained from the bonds of government dependency.

Should that not be a resounding message of conservatism?

Shed your bonds, become free, become you.

How liberating. How beautiful.

I don’t need you anymore.