Yup. What is a Libertarian for? Why are we here? Why in the face of all this socialism going on about our ears, do we bother?
It echoes what one of my teachers sometime in the 1950s asked us once…“BOYS! WHY are you HERE?” The correct answer was:- “er…to learn how to learn, Sir!” I mean, sometimes, it’s hard to discern what the hell are we trying to do, since comparing pissing into the wind with what can be done against the brilliantly-arrayed forces of the GramscoFabiaNazis*** produces an obvious imbalance.
The situation in those parts of the world where stuff goes on that actually matters much to other humans, is not good.Governments everywhere are falling into the hands of the 60s-generation of neoNazi layabouts.
A GramscoFabiaNazi sadly got elected in the USA in 2008: we did try to warn you about him but were ignored. He now has been re-elected with a good majority. Nobody with a brain can think why, but that’s what the election-riggers
counters and chad-hangers have said.
In Britain, we thought that a little time had been bought, with the election of a supposedly not-actively-socialist coalition. We (or most of our voters) perhaps naively supposed that a coming-together of dampish Tories and raving “Liberal Democrats” could not actually pass much controversial legislation, even if it might discuss such things. But we were proved wrong.
In France, that fellow who thinks all your money belongs to the government got elected: Nicolas-Psychosis who preceeded him was only marginally less bad. Lots of French people jumped off, hoping to find a lifeboat here, as it’s near home, but this one is also sinking.
The “Arab Spring”, correctly predicted by Sean Gabb to be leading to sinister things afterwards, through manipulation by local GramscoFabiaNazis, is proving him right.
Our wretched soldiers, paid twopence and given no kind of support and kit of any use, continue to come home in coffins, from wars only updreamable in the minds of metropolitan socialists in London.
We could go on, but it’s not a good picture, is it.
So what’s the point of being libertarian in a world made increasingly to look like it does?
Well, one thing is that we know that we are right. It’s a consolation, I guess, being right, even though everyone else thinks one is wrong, and all those near us shake their heads in confused pity and despision at one’s strange, sad, angular point of view. If one was to be martyred (which one hopes is not the case any time soon) in the public square, then it’s good to be right and to not be wrong: in your going, you get something positive out of your experience, however vestigial it might seem.
The underlying subtext is of course that our enemies know that we are right and not wrong, and that they are wrong and we are right. It’s why they hate us actually. It is fun, in the dark hours of the ongoing 2000s, to consider this truth.
The comfort we draw from the knowledge of what we are are what we believe, lies often in the fact that we represent hope. Hope is, if nothing else, an image, a picture even on cardboard, a line of text saying something like “freedom!” scratched on the walls of someone’s cell in the bowels of the Secret-Police-Building. That there is another way, and it’s also a way out of where we are now.
That awful repellent man John Cleese, in some film or other, stated something like: “It’s not the despair I can’t stand: it’s the hope!” I think he was being a headmaster trying to get to some meeting or other in a crap car, and I didn’t find it very funny – merely embarrassing, rather like watching “Fawlty Towers”. (Not much of that was funny either, rather like “Life of Brian” but this is not about my personal prejudices, sorry, I digressed…)
But I guess if people like the North Koreans and the Cubans don’t harbour any hope that their dreadfully-misfortunate situation might get better, then they wouldn’t go on living. Why should they and what then for, otherwise?
Libertarians, by outlining, even crudely and inexpertly (but sometimes, occasionally, very well) what could be instead of what actually is, and how it might work, offer hope to despairing populations all the world over.
We cannot know whether the first libertarian government (classical-liberal-minimal-statist) will be elected here in Britain, or elsewhere. My sad suspicion is that it will be elsewhere, but I will not complain, even if it was on the Moon. And there are precedents for minimal-statism in comparative ways in faraway places, such as the USA versus Britain in the 1770s.
Bless you all, dear readers, and we hope 2013 will be slightly less negative as a year for you, than we fear it will actually be.
***You knew I would use that word, you just knew it.