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This section should actually read: Taxation without consent is as plainly robbery, when enforced against one man, as when enforced against millions... Taking a man's money without his consent, is also as much robbery, when it is done by millions of men, acting in concert, and calling themselves a government, as when it is done by a single individual, acting on his own responsibility, and calling himself a highwayman. Neither the numbers engaged in the act, nor the different characters they assume as a cover for the act, alter the nature of the act itself.
- Lysander Spooner, No Treason: The Constitution of No Authority (1869)

Unfortuantely, it has become increasingly difficult to express any opinion that is not on par with what governments across the globe have been indoctrinating into people; An opinion that will likely put a man in a box, by societies that have been conditioned to increasingly think in extremes: Black and white, left and right, us and them. So let's instead quote Herman Melville:


Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship.

- Herman Melville, Moby-Dick; or, The Whale (1851)