A Libertarian in My Kitchen
By: J. Hunter
Last night I threw a small party
at our apartment to celebrate my wife’s birthday. Some friends came over to
enjoy the cocktails, and the food that chained me to the kitchen employing
multiple burners and an oven—preparing complex dishes as a one man assembly
line. My wife and I are blessed with good friends, one of whom braved the
hellish inferno to chat with me and keep me company.
On the one hand, he was, for a
time, the only other man in the apartment. Perhaps that helped compel him to
withstand the heat and abide my conversation that slowed unpredictably and seemed,
at times, to wander while I smashed fried plantains into roundish tostones. I tilted
my head examining them as they sizzled in hot oil waiting for them to turn
golden. Tostones turn from golden, crispy and perfect to too brown, burnt and
brittle in an instant. One must be paranoid and discerning to cook them
successfully.
As he sipped his icy, yellow, “grown-up
drink” (my three year old daughter, Lucy, covetously (and futilely) asked for
sips of what we were drinking) the plastic cup glistened with condensation. This
brave man kindly stood in the least comfortable place in the apartment to show
appreciation to his busy host.
What does one talk about with me?
For most of you reading this, you
probably think that I am a political beast that thinks about partisan conflict
incessantly—you’re right. And so we talked politics.
It occurred to me then that
he and I had never talked about politics directly. He didn’t even know I had a
blog. He is my wife’s friend’s husband—in effect, I inherited our acquaintanceship
by default. He’s heard me talk to others about our political views and thoughts
on current events, but he and I never squared off, looked each other in the
eyes and took on that subject that is expressly forbidden to encroach polite
company. As it happens, he leans libertarian—which is a relief to me, as it means
that he’s thought things through and isn’t just your typical Chicago brain-dead,
reflexive, Democrat Party liberal boot-licker. Libertarians, I can enjoy.
Liberals, I tolerate.
One thing I noted that intrigued
him was a difference I found among liberals, libertarians and conservatives: Libertarians
argue for freedom as a virtue in and of itself. Whatever comes from choice, so
long as it does not limit another’s, is good because it was freely elected.
That places libertarians on an island—detached from liberals and conservatives
who fight with each other about competing moralities and about how those morals
should best be promoted. Conservatives rely on Judeo-Christian moral codes and
tolerate philosophies and other religious values that do not stray too far from
this ideal. What that means for the consistency of policy positions
notwithstanding, we smile favorably on blue laws, abstinence clauses in foreign
aid monies, and faith-based initiatives. Morality, to us, is a personal matter,
but where there is mutual aggregation of values, the government should reflect
the consensus. Liberals, on the other hand, believe that morality is staunched
by immoral (and furthermore, obsolete) traditions. Morality must be promoted by
government. The mutual aggregation of values compels citizens to elect or
recall politicians who are outside the mainstream of American morality. Even
more, where the people uphold an immoral belief—invariably the product of some
sexist, racist, ancient tradition—enlightened agents of the State will enforce
proper morality and shame dissenters into catching up with progress.
My friend raised his eyebrow
slightly at my assertion—his invitation for me to make this charge about
liberals more clear.
I did, by arguing that it is this
view of morality and how morals should be promoted that leads liberals to
distrust business more than they distrust government. In the liberal view,
business buys indulgences by selling amoral products. That the Chick-fil-a
owner does not abide same sex marriage is a threat that must go unanswered as
long as people like their chicken sandwiches. That Forever XXI endorses the
religion of a tribal ancient society (Christianity) by printing a Bible verse
on each of their yellow bags must be tolerated as long as women shop there. Business,
unlike government, is allowed to heretically flout the Left’s moral codes and
attempts at enforcement. The bigger and richer a business is, the greater the
opportunity for the entity to go rogue by pandering to the myths of the masses
in order to grow ever larger and ever more powerful. This keeps liberals up at
night. That conservatives and libertarians support business, makes us their
moral enemies.
That libertarians have no input
on the conversation of morality relegates them to mute bystanders in a street
fight.
He nodded in thoughtful agreement. I appreciated the chance to talk shop. And as I've replayed the conversation in my head since we chatted, I would wager that he's done the same.
The party went on without a
hitch: liquor flows with ease at our parties, like in Prohibition Era Chicago.
The burnt tostones were exponentially outnumbered by the perfect ones. And for
a moment, I had a conversation worth writing about—I hope, worth reading about
as well.
Photo Sources: "Cocktails" from http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20080730223029/recipes/images/6/69/Tenu%2Bde%2Bsoiree-7942.jpg; "Tostones"from http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zv_DtKsoQk/S_nUWFBrgVI/AAAAAAAAFJI/Xjq9HWr6v4o/s1600/IMG_6469.JPG; "Forever 21 bag" from http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/06/23/forever.jpg

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