Next stop: Finlandskii Vokzal
I’m not a Commie, not by nature. I guess that i’d call myself a libertarian-socialist if you forced me to declare a political ideology. Note which word i put first; i did it for a reason, though my idea of libertarianism probably requires a little explaining. I have no fundamental problem with economic libertarianism. Sure, it’s mostly powered by unicorn farts and pixie dust, but apparently even grown men need their fairy tales. Who am i to take away another man’s John Galt fetish fantasies. My problem with 99% of people who say, “I’m a libertarian,” is that they seem to think that the only liberty that counts has to do with property and money. We almost never see the “libertarians” among us talking about all the other liberties we used to enjoy more fully. That’s probably because most of them have a John Galt fetish, idolize a thoroughly terrible “philosopher” like Rand and so assume that other liberties magically materialize from property. See, unicorn farts.
They’ve got it fully back-asswards, and it makes me a little squeemish to have the word “libertarian” cross my lips. Guilt by association is still guilty, right?
I’ll be damned if i’m going to defend someone’s “right” to skim off the top without adding value. So i’m a libertarian in the sense that i believe our individual liberties reign supreme and that they should be defended. And i’m a socialist in-so-much as i recognize that the individual cannot exist without society; that one destitute person makes us all a little poorer. Once we’re all free of need, you’re free to gather up as much fucking money as you want. But use your money to impinge on my liberties or make other people poorer and you’ve got a problem with a real libertarian, dig?
That’s all theoretical. This nation, as exemplified by its legions of John Galts stepping right off the page, is pretty fucked up. All it takes is a look around your hometown, a glance through what’s left of the local paper, you might even be able to find it on one of the hundreds of channels you rot your brain with. People are hurting. Not because they’re lazy. Not because they want to live off the government. Because they’ve spent the last 30 years getting screwed by a relatively small handful of John Galt wannabes. And yet you don’t have to go far to hear the John Galts proclaim that this is the best of all worlds. This is how it should be, and they’ll be damned if they’re going to have a bunch of free loaders living off their “hard-earned wealth”.
See how that works? The soft-handed fucks skimming your surplus labor value (yeah, it’s a Marxist term, so what?) are accusing you of stealing their wealth. It’s enough to make me want to buy a one-way ticket to Finlandskii Vokzal.
Or at least start writing Huey Long in on my ballots come election time.
I wonder if any of you people who are listening to me were ever at a barbecue! We used to go there-sometimes 1,000 people or more. If there were 1,000 people, we would put enough meat and bread and everything else on the table for 1,000 people. Then everybody would be called and everyone would eat all they wanted. But suppose at one of these barbecues for 1,000 people that one man took 90 percent of the food and ran off with it and ate until he got sick and let the balance rot. Then 999 people would have only enough for 100 to eat and there would be many to starve because of the greed of just one person for something he couldn’t eat himself.
Well, ladies and gentlemen, America, all the people of America, have been invited to a barbecue. God invited us all to come and eat and drink all we wanted. He smiled on our land and we grew crops of plenty to eat and wear. He showed us in the earth the iron and other things to make everything we wanted. He unfolded to us the secrets of science so that our work might be easy. God called: “Come to my feast.”
Then what happened? Rockefeller, Morgan, and their crowd stepped up and took enough for 120 million people and left only enough for 5 million for all the other 125 million to eat. And so many millions must go hungry and without these good things God gave us unless we call on them to put some of it back.
Put it the fuck back. It isn’t “yours”. And watch out for the have-nots because they have a nasty habit of taking it for a long time and then showing up at your house with pitchforks and shotguns to take what they need. Not me of course, i’m a libertarian and so have adopted the words of Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn as my personal motto: “Don’t believe them, don’t fear them, don’t ask anything of them.” Them is you, the “look at me, I’m John mother fucking Galt” types. And it extends to all your political allies and lapdogs on the left and the right.
My friends, my family, my neighbors, the poor and the working class, with them i’ll share freely and happily…just like Jesus taught me. That’s the socialist part. It would work you know, everyone contributing freely to the common wealth and living well from it. That it doesn’t is only because of a few who believe that they deserve much more than others. Those people aren’t libertarians, no matter how loudly they proclaim that they are, because they aren’t concerned with all liberties. Their only concern is their liberty to do what they want to you.
Big hat tip to fairleft for pointing out the Huey Long speech.
~ by Lex on January 14, 2010.