Over at Mr Venlet’s place, he links to the meanderings of an anarchist. My response, learned from Mark Alger, is, I feel, quite appropriate. After all, as our moms all told us, try to say something nice.

Because she repeats all the typical Anarchist canards. We don’t need no government, we can band together to protect ourselves (Whoa, isn’t that like- you know- government?) we should have the freedom to yadda yadda yadda.

I get it. No, I mean, I really, really do. I understand that people want to be free. it’s like people with Ron Paul bumperstickers; they are my brethren despite their silliness, because their hearts are firmly in the right place; they desire an increase of Freedom. Shit, this nation was founded by people who wanted to be free, and for the most part, it has worked pretty damned well, actually. Try speaking your mind or owning weapons or private property in other areas of the planet, and tell me how that goes.

No, it’s admirable and decent and well, right, to want the maximum daily requirement of Freedom, and then maybe a little bit more.

buuuut, here’s the thing.

No matter what system of government you can describe (And yes, Anarchy is a system of government, no matter how many lies you tell yourself to the contrary) there will be people willing, ready, and able to grab ahold of your rights and jam them right up your ass, because they can. it has happened to OUR government. And now I have to ask the question I always ask:

if you have some magic for preventing powerful people from corrupting your brave new world, why aren’t you using it now?

So far, no answers to that one. No meaningful answers, I should say.

Human civilization is defined by the Rule of Law. The Rule of law and real Anarchy are incompatible. The problem is, tolerance creep in the rule of law.

Tolerance creep can be fixed. So can the kind of innocence that leads one to believe that Anarchy is a solution; it is merely the egg out of which a much, much larger problem hatches.

So to Ms Rose: Nice tits. You seem to be very nice and I would not wish harm to a hair on your head. Your obliviousness to the brutal realities of life glow with the brightness of ten thousand suns, and I hope the lessons you need to learn are learned without too much discomfort.