Instead of Persia or Carthage, the great battlefields of our time are the streets that surround our own city halls. Too many nations have used these corridors to transform governments into a fortress: a grown-ups table that tells us to sit straight, to quietly chew our food, and ultimately to stay out of trouble [with them]. This doting governess which some call the "nanny state" has truly become a plague on both our houses, but I do not fear her and neither does Filippo Argenti. He understands that when a child grows up he obtains the power to discharge anyone in his service, especially tired, old nannies. He believes there is more to our lives than being told what to do, and more to adulthood than being treated like a child. You, my Dear Reader, are not a child. We are all adults here, and we all have the power to surrender this nanny. What would that lead to? Who would be there to take care of us?
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