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Those Persnickity Natural Socialists by Bob Wallace There
is a woman I call She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed, after the queen in H. Rider
Haggard's novel, She. A
few months ago, SWMBO decided my poor pitiful self needed a dog,
specifically a pug dog, who, at ten weeks old when I got him, was about
eight inches long. His being
so tiny was a mistake. As
we were driving back the few hundred miles from the breeder, she held this
dog (" For
one thing, pugs are bred to look like babies. They have big eyes,
sometimes nearly on the sides of their heads, giving them chameleon-like
peripheral vision. Then there
are the cute pug noses, orifices they use to snore, wheeze and sneeze all
over you. They are the only
dog that bears a resemblance to a human baby. Women
find him irresistible. Whenever I take him for a walk, women from 17 to 70
use baby-talk on him. "Ohh,
him is so cute!"
Guys just look puzzled and ask, "What kind of dog is that?" Looking
like a human baby, however hideously mutated, was not the main reason
SWMBO wanted to keep him. It
is because I was so stupid and incompetent I'd kill him (as she said, "You'll kill my dog!").
Not out of malice or sadism, she told me, but out of simple male
incompetence and stupidity when it comes to babies of any species.
Only she could raise this
puppy without sending him to a speedy grave. When
I asked her what specifically I would do to kill Drop
him. Close
the car door on his head. Close
the house door on his head. Step
on him. Sit
on him. Sleep
on him. Poison
him. Choke
him. Let
a car run over him. Let
him get into a plastic bag and suffocate him. That's
not the complete list, by the way. It's
about ten percent of it. All
of this proves exactly what I've been saying for years: Most women are
natural socialists. I think
it's why they've traditionally been denied the vote, and why they now
overwhelmingly vote Democrat. Just
take a look at how many voted for Bill ("Look at This Tear in My
Eye") A
lot of women operate on the assumption everyone is a baby or a little kid
needing to be taken care of, and being a baby or a little kid, are
incompetent. It's why SWMBO
thought I couldn't raise a puppy. God
knows what she thinks I'd do with a human baby ("Where is my adorable
widdle Sweetums?" Me
[edging toward the golf bag]: "I'll get him.
He's okay. Nothing to
worry about. Honest."). While
this mommy-attitude is relatively harmless in personal relationships, it
is far from harmless politically. The
State as Mommy is a terrible thing. Treat
adults like kids, and they'll act like kids. I
hasten to add that some men are natural socialists.
I am reminded (snicker) of a fat, drunken, incoherent slob like
Teddy Kennedy. That
mommy-socialist attitude in government translates to the government being
Mommy, and as such, all goodness flows from it to all the little kiddies
who are too stupid and incompetent to run their own lives.
Isn't that the essence of liberalism? Even
though some men are natural socialists, I'd still have to judge it mostly
a feminine thing. And if
socialism, or leftism, or whatever you want to call it, has any place in
society, it's in the home, and the home only.
In politics, absolutely not. Friedrich
Hayek, in his book, The Fatal Conceit,
made the comment that he considered socialism to be primitive, a tribal
value. I'd have to agree.
A tribe, most of which are rather small, is just a large family.
Being that small, it's necessary to share. But
just because socialism works, however creakingly, in a family or a small
tribe, doesn't mean it'll work in a country (which is a really big tribe) with hundreds of millions of people.
How can hundreds of millions of people share equally (or be
equal)? They can't, and it
is the worst of delusions to think the State (all of which are based on
force and coercion) can function this way. The
I
suppose if we had nothing but a Daddy State, Norman would be told to love
his country or leave it, that being a mercenary abroad was the same thing
as being a patriot, and that there would be no higher honor than if he
"made the ultimate sacrifice" for his dog kennel. I
still have Norman, who is now four months old.
He spends his time the way all dogs spend their time: sleeping,
playing and eating (and I suspect when he's sleeping, he's dreaming about
eating and playing). She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed
thinks the possibility still exists that I'm going to kill him.
She gives me directions on how to raise him. I just roll my eyes. I
figure she can't help it, poor thing. Poor
I think I'm capable of raising a puppy, just as I'm capable of running my own life without a surrogate Mommy and Daddy, in the guise of the State, regulating every itty-bitty part of what I eat, do or say. You know things are getting weird when a pug dog has only a fraction of the laws to live under than I do. discuss this column in the forum Bob Wallace has a degree in Journalism, is a former reporter and editor, and has been published at LewRockwell.com, Sierra Times, and The Libertarian Enterprise. |