I’m weary of the “heartless libertarian” meme. I’m weary of it because it displays such
shocking cognitive dissonance on the part of our detractors, as if the only way
to help the less fortunate is to coerce money out of other people via threat of
force and give it to the poor after filtering it through a 50% bureaucratic
loss. I’m weary of it because it assumes
that individual action is less meaningful and less charitable than government
action. I’m weary of it because standing
up to say that the government (read: other people) should give more to the poor
is very, very easy, while actually giving to the needy and less fortunate is
much more difficult.
I consider myself more libertarian than anything else. Were you to hold a gun to my head and force
me to choose a political alignment, I’d say libertarian.
Many would then assume that I would allow the less fortunate
starve. They would all be wrong.
This year I participated in two charitable actions. I gave two thousand dollars of my own money
to the parents of a young girl who died of cancer, after helping them as much
as I could while she was struggling to survive.
I cried when she died. I still
cry when I think about it. I’m crying
now.
I also helped organize and participated in an event that
raised almost $20,000 for another little boy that was dying of cancer. He is still alive, thank God.
I did not enjoy these things. I did not do them for the good feeling it
gave me. I did not do them for selfish
reasons, because if selfishness were my goal, I would never have participated
in these things to begin with. It ruins
me to see a child suffering. It destroys
me to see them die. My happiness this
year was reduced as a result of what I did for charity. If I were a more selfish man, I’d have never
done either, and I’d be happier for it.
I’m not wealthy, so the investment of money and time was expensive to
me, and I’m not made of iron, so seeing that little boy in his superman
costume, with all of his hair gone and his eyes hollow and tired; too tired to
play with the other kids at the event, drained me.
I do not know if I will participate in anything like that in
the near future. I’d like not to. But if I’m called to, I will. Not because it makes me feel good, but
because that’s what men do – they show up when others are in need, and do what
they can to help.
To compare what I do to agitating for higher tax rates on
the rich so that entitlement spending can be ratcheted up is fucking insulting,
and fuck every single person who would think that those are the same thing. Every single progressive or liberal (or
whomever) that has ever felt a feeling of moral superiority because their political
belief system advocates taking from some people against their will, to give to
others, can go fuck themselves with a 2x4.
You aren’t being charitable. You
aren’t being humane. You don’t have a
heart. You are just reveling in your
ability to pull the levers; the good feeling you get from giving a gift to
someone that you neither earned nor paid for yourself.
Until you go volunteer at a soup kitchen, or give your own
hard-earned money to a dying boy, or any other myriad of things that you could
do if you weren’t so busy advocating my being looted for what I’m worth, I don’t
want to hear it; in the mean time you can all die in a fire.
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