Ah, Libertarians! You can’t live with them and you can’t shoot ‘em, to reuse the old saw. Not the least reason is that they are generally better armed than me. But, really.

On this day of American Independence, July 4th, I had a particularly smug Lib type wish me a ‘happy freedom day’. Which got me thinking about the usually problem with Libs – freedom means responsibility, chaps. You don’t get that at all.

I determined many years ago that Libertarianism is a religion, not a political stripe. This is because it has a complete, self-reenforcing, fantasy universe. They cling dogmatically to, ironically, Darwinism. Unfortunately, I have another name for it – abdication of responsibility. This is because Darwinian Evolution is completely outcome neutral. It doesn’t care what lives or what dies. Just like Ol’ Man River it just keeps rolling along. Which is why a society which claims to be ‘true Libertarian’ is either full of hypocrites, nihilists or dogmatic believers. It simply can’t be true. Or, if it is, it isn’t a society. A society is a group who agree to band together for a common good. This involves sacrifice on everyone’s own part. Libs only believe in sacrificing others. The classic Lib notion is that good fences make good neighbors, and they have the right to shoot anyone who broaches the wall. I haven’t heard of a Libertarian who volunteers to shoot themselves in the head if they accidentally stray into someone else’s yard. Fair would be fair, after all. So, it’s a façade, as Lenny Bruce says.

I rather hoped, looking at the red state-blue state issues, that we were in some haven of relative blue state sanity in Colorado. Nope. I forgot about the Libs. Here we still live in the Land of the Gun. Government of the fittest, for the fittest and by the fittest. I’d almost go back to Dixie. Well, not really, but at least the southern society was a society. It was evil and perverse, but it was a society. It was organized on a consistent, common principle and was maintained by the group. But, fighting the Libs is like punching a sneeze. Just like a good sneeze, their philosophy evaporates in the air with handwaving. And, just like a sneeze, I hope it isn’t catching.