Sex And Politics .............
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I have no idea when it happened. It could have been before I moved to Alburtis in the early 80's but more than likely it happened all the while I was growing up. My family was Lutheran (religious, without being overtly religious) and they almost always voted Democrat (this is still a mystery, I would think my folks would be more in the Republican camp but hey what do I know). There are some that say you are born libertarian, while others say you come to the philosophy after you have found out nothing else works for you. There is also the theory that you have to be charged with a Federal crime to become libertarian. Among the supposed prerequisites for entry into the party and philosophy are, but not limited to;anger at the governmentbe a convicted felonhold a Ph. D and work as a cab driverknow your way around bombs and the U. S. Postal systembelieve "everything" is a government conspiracysupport anarchyrefusal to pay your taxeshave a shrine built to Hayek, Friedman, and Miesmake a pilgrimage to University College to urinate on the corpse of Jeremy Bentham while muttering "Splitter!" (best to do this after a few 'hoppy' pints so it flows well enough to soak his pant leg)go around correcting everyone by saying "It's pronounced Ay - n not Ann" and while your at it falsely tell your friends that libertarianism and objectivism is the same thingand most importantly, go beat your head against a brick wall until the world finds out how many of the ideals Republicans and Democrats actually share with the libertarians.What can I say, it's easy to cut up something when there are a few 'outlyers' as your sole source of media representation. I think this is where libertarianism gets 'dicked'.I have as much in common with Libertarianism as I do with Republicanism and the Democrats. Conversely, those similarities don't put me into the mainstream politics. I started off in the party of my parents. When I signed up for Selective Service I also registered to vote. So, that makes my first time somewhere in 1987. I wish I could remember it, the whole process was a complete blur. Almost before it began it was over. The surrender of your ideals, choosing the right person to be your first, the sweet words, and eventually the shame and regret that follows. In many ways it's like the first time you had sex.




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