by Becky Akers: Making
Hash of the TSA
Obamacare with the US House of Reprehensibles this week, Mississippi's
Republican governor, Haley
Barbour, said, "Believe it or not, we love our constituents
as much as you all do, and we want to do right for them…"
Is the man
an imbecile, ignorant of the English language, or both?
defines "love" as "1. a profoundly tender, passionate
affection for another person. 2. a feeling of warm personal attachment
or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend. 3. sexual
passion or desire."
If Hal and
his fellow thugs feel such sentiments for their victims, I think
I speak on behalf of us all when I say, "Get a grip, buddy,
that's disgusting — and for sure it ain't requited." But obviously
they don't: what they harbor instead is lust. Love seeks to please
the other; lust exploits the other to please the self. Love exalts
and advances the other, often at the expense of self; lust exalts
and advances the self at the other's expense. Call me unromantic,
but a guy with his foot on my neck is a loser lusting for power,
not a lover.
might easily confuse politicians' "love" with a farmer's
for his hogs at butchering time. Thanks to Our Rulers, 4439
Americans lie dead in Iraq, we'll "pay
more taxes in 2010 than [we spent] on food, clothing and shelter
combined," the Transportation
Security Administration gate-rapes us at airports, and "1
in every 32 [American] adults" is "on probation, in
jail or prison, or on parole … " And those are just a few
from government's infinite list of evils. What the bozos in
office show us is about as far from love as John Edwards was from
a faithful husband.
I have long
puzzled over the fallacy of the "caring" politician. It's
such an absurd contradiction in terms — sorta like a "compassionate
serial murderer" or a "thoughtful thief" — that you'd
think even the public schools' semi-literates would scorn it. And
yet some taxpayers crave these warm, fake fuzzies from their predators;
let a ruler cry crocodile tears, and he can plunge his hand into
their pockets and nose into their lives as deeply as he pleases.
Heck, he can
families at a religious compound or shoot
mothers holding babies so long as he prattles "Ah feel
yer pain" (and why wouldn't he? He inflicted most of it. Speaking
of Beelzebubba, weren't his
wife's comments on another murderous dictator earlier this week
a hypocritical hoot? How lucky for this criminal couple that meddlesome
foreigners didn't "[work] to translate the u2018world’s outrage
into action and results'" when their administration was gassing
Waco). Only morons believe sociopaths professing affection as they
lie to, rob and murder us.
look to Our Masters for love are lookin' in all the wrong places.
Ditto for those who seek it from entrepreneurs and businessmen.
These stalwarts of the marketplace operate out of self-interest
— and be happy they do. Self-interest, like the perfect love St.
Paul describes in I
Corinthians 13, never fails: your parents may disown you, your
spouse divorce you, your friends scold and shun you, but an entrepreneur
will accept your money every time. After a nasty fight at home,
you can head to the nearest restaurant — or, depending on the severity
of the squabble, the nearest hotel — and know that a friendly welcome
awaits though your kin aren't speaking.
of the market's magic. It persuades — but never forces — folks with
little in common, from other sides of the world, of various temperaments,
languages and ethnicities, to get along as harmoniously as a loving
family. Nor does it allow even momentary departures from that standard.
The entrepreneur who offends his customers as frequently as your
in-laws insult you will soon declare bankruptcy.
So praise God
for the market's "invisible hand"! Effortlessly and without
thought on our part, it transforms self-interest into a facsimile
of genuine love. Like a newborn's doting mother, the successful
businessman anticipates and fills our needs. He's as generous as
your best friend on your birthday, selling us what we want at a
good price. He overlooks our shortcomings as would a beloved aunt,
happily dealing with us though there's dirt under our fingernails
or stains on our shirt.
No wonder the
State's jealous. Nor should we be surprised that it attacks the
market with regulations and restrictions, anti-monopoly and minimum-wage
laws, compulsory unionism and corporatism. And yet the wounded market
struggles to provide us with all good things, necessities or luxuries,
like the most loyal of friends.
What a contrast
to Leviathan's "love"! Though it speaks with the tongues
of men and of devils, government hath not charity.
Akers [send her mail] writes
primarily about the American Revolution.