This public health care “discussion” has raised my annoyance level with the lesser Libertarians that are on my radar. This post is for them.
Now, look, you freedom-loving free marketeer. I get you. I understand you. And you don’t fool me as well as the ruse of freedom seems to have fooled you.
But here’s the problem. You like free markets in part because you think you’ll do well in them. You’ve surveyed the population and you’re thinking, rationally, “I could beat these suckers.” Good for you, kid. Proud of you. Now, winning in the free market isn’t going to rewind time and give you steady parental affection, now is it? I mean, let’s be honest — you could start a few companies, run some half marathons, and otherwise contort yourself into an award-winning machine and you’re still unlikely to garner the kind of attention that you pine for from the people that brought you into this world.

(And I know that some of you might be thinking, “Dagnab, Anittah, this is just uncalled for, to put such personal information about me onto the interwebz.” But rest assured, even though I bet you think this post is about you (don’t you?) — these are actually ridiculously consistent traits that the plurality of Libertarians that I personally know have in common. So relax. You. Are not. That special.)
But let’s go back to the “you kicking ass and taking names” notion that informs your motivation for wishing for a free market.
Look, I remember when you were a fat piece of shit. Okay, maybe not an entire zip code rested itself into your pantalons. But you’ve had your chubby phase. And then, somehow — probably fueled by you trying to prove something to your parents and/or win their affections — you decided to get in shape. You went on a strict eating regimen. You started working out all the time. You might have even entered an athletic competition for the first time in your life (pursuit of blue ribbons does not equal daddy’s love, in case you hadn’t yet figured it out, folks).
So you’re thinking, “Hey, if I can do it, everyone can! And I don’t want to subsidize the fat pieces of shit who are too lazy and lack the self discipline that I was able to muster!”
Let’s explore this deeply mediocre point of view.
- What you call laziness may simply be a lack of self-hatred
- What you call self-discipline may simply be a desperate pursuit of external love
- What you have forgotten is that even in your new, sporty bod, I can still kick your ass
This last point is what particularly rankles me. You say you love the free market? Well, I know it’s because you think you’ll do well in it, and this is what I find laughable. Even when you’re at the top of your game you’re still not as good as I am, let alone when you were unathletic Tubsy McTubserson!
So really, I should be annoyed at you other Libertarians who are bringing down the roster. You are, on the whole, not as smart as I am. You certainly aren’t nearly as athletic as I am (and your late-blooming competitions are just that — you missed out on the core of what it is to be a competitive athlete, and that is, to be a member of a team). And you have the creativity of a potato.
So even if we were to compete in a free market, I’d STILL be able to garner an “idiot tax” out of your dumb ass without you even realizing it!
So what are we talking about?
Here’s what we’re talking about: I’m no longer a Libertarian. You selfish, “resources are scarce” bozos are teeming with the 80th percentile. I can’t be bothered to associate myself any longer with people who
- assume that in the allocation of talent, everyone got fairly equal portions
- assume that their “discipline” and “lack of laziness” isn’t a function of neurosis
- refuse to realize that even on my worst day I can still beat them at their own atavistic game
You kids can fight amongst yourselves for the scraps of an adolescent ideology. I’m done.