My wife watches The Bachelor, so of course, I do too. Watching the rose ceremonies I was struck by the tension and desperation in the faces of the women, waiting for their judgement.

It occurred to me that the rose ceremony was an excellent metaphor for big government.

Here we have a group of ladies waiting for a rose from a man who has singular power over their happiness. How sad for the women to know that they are limited to this one source for their future. Imagine how empowered they would feel if they could freely search for their own source of happiness, if they could look out at the world and see unlimited options, unlimited roses.

This is the paradigm of big government. With big government, you will get a decision, but you might not like it. And in order to get that decision you must submit to the cattle call, you must submit to judgement.

With small government you might not get a judgement, but you will arrive at the end with the knowledge that you made your own path, that you made your own rose ceremony.