Early
on in my libertarian flirtation, I challenged Austin Petersen in what I hoped
was friendly jostling, and he followed me back, then cautioned me on a gaffe
which I did not have to make. If I explain this it will come out a bit droll,
but nevertheless: I thought I could recycle a political bone out of Bush v Gore, due to a factoid from a
Christine Todd Whitman opinion piece that bugged me some odd eighteen years ago,
the percentage she cited. Al Gore lost his home state of Tennessee by 6 points,
and had he actually carried his home state, the electoral college and the
popular vote would have aligned in 2k. It baffled me that the Vice President
didn’t carry his base. A local told me they thought Austin was from Tennessee,
and I tagged him in error, thinking out loud on Twitter, something none of us
should ever do. I explained to him that my synapses were fumbling for a story.
I now know he is in quest of Missouri voters. As I’ve warned, droll, and my
gratitude that he put me on his feed would have led to a rapid deflection, as
he chastised that a block would ensue for off topic tags. I confused him
without meaning to do so, and have come to respect him since then. But he and I
are nearly polar opposites. He has the promise of his ambition. I have the
scars of the welfare state. He is a social liberal. I’m not, wavering as I am,
high risk invalid, with a natural inclination to purse my lips in disapproval.
This would contrast sharply with his political smile, and, not that I want to shock
the left, but I can see what they see: libertarians are about the alchemy of
turning flax into gold. Cryptocurrency busts and the Apple fetish in Steve Jobs
lifetime has the glint and weakness of chrome to it, but the left also blinds
itself to the brutal truths libertarians like Austin aren’t fearful to point
out. Healthcare is no more a right than unicorns are part of the equestrian
family. Paul Krugman’s brain would explode if he actually applied himself to
Maximus and public housing, since he sees all this as not enough expenditure.
Having lived and fought and broken myself on it most of my life, throwing money
at it doesn’t oxidize
I cannot tackle the decomposing carcass this evening, but the Commonwealth is in serious trouble with its astringent Medicaid allocations. It was always bad, but hell apparently has a guest suite in the Wolf residence. Libertarians are weak on healthcare for good reason. In rationed form, it is an aggregate enforced by public policy, like everyone getting vaccinated, these days, even that has resistance.
Earlier tonight, Adam Kokesh pulled a Petersen, and put me in his feed. And that was also an astonishment. I follow him because establishment media players know the potential for anarchy generates page views, and if my tongue in cheek column about his Liberty On The Rocks invite ran as news in Google once, I can do that again, presuming the immigrants don't hand me a malpractice claim on a platter. If everyone in PA knows Maximus is rot, I had a professional tell me that, and that Liberty Resources is a bad joke, I don't see why they don't fix it. The Olmstead Act, in context, is meaningless. Trump did not compile this deadwood. I am not entirely on board with Trump's hostility to healthy eco-systems, but I also never was a rave EPA enthusiast either.
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