Libertarian Women Demonstrate Why The Liberty Movement Has A Woman Problem

Girl in middle looks like Molly Ringwald.

On Tuesday July 23rd, a day which will live in infamy, Lewrockwell.com published a piece by edgytarian Fred Reed, titled “Why Sexual Integration Is A Bad Idea.”

In response to Reed’s work, three “libertarian feminists” penned an amusing retort; amusing, because their collective hissy-fit does more to support Reed’s position than his own work (which I didn’t read).

This humble article will be the type of response I do not expect to be see published on either LRC or Fred’s blog. I’ll get around to explaining why I believe this to be the case. First things first, I must dissect the choicer bits of Borowski, Reisenwitz, and Kristian’s calumnious response to Reed, a concerted effort by three women to promote individuality and feminism (lol).

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On Boston

Turns out the 99% aren’t very good at policing their own ranks. Whodathunkit?

After several days of some hubbub over some boomboom, the perpetrators of Monday’s terrorist attack have been identified and dealt with. Turns out our government is still fairly competent when it comes to it’s ability to “corner the Dorner.” And this is good.

(As an aside: I still kick myself for not writing an article about the Dorner escapade: “Uncle Dorner’s Cabin,” it would have been called.)

We come away from this historically forgettable week also learning that the attackers were indeed white, but not Fox News white. The Tsarnaev brothers are a bit too foreign-sounding and a bit too Islamic to fit the librul narrative at this point in time. Drat.

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Après Paul, Le Déluge

Doom

Translation: After (Ron) Paul, Dildos.

Ron Paul, our generation’s William Jennings Bryan, has largely run his course. The man who for decades bravely griefed Congress and disrupted Republican Primaries, now talks shit about dead people on twitter. He who lives by the troll dies by the troll, I suppose.

Following his not-so-stellar progress in 2010-11, these actions certainly don’t surprise me; here was a man ultimately less interested in cultivating a meaningful counter-narrative, and more interested in pissing people off before collecting his Congressional pension.

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The Anatomy Of Capitalism

durrAmong my supposed “fellow travelers,” one finds a recurrent theme: the cultural/economic system known as “Capitalism” is almost universally considered an ideal means toward achieving true human progress.

Some theorists venerate Capitalism as a culmination of human action, the apotheosis of society; others regard it as an amiable, though sometimes amoral and conflicting, system for achieving social ends; but almost all regard it as a necessary means for achieving the goals of mankind, a means to be ranged against the dopey and/or murderous “public sector” and often succeeding in competitions of wits with their peers (and little else).

With the rise of Democracy, the identification of Capitalism with society has been redoubled, until it is common to hear sentiments expressed which violate virtually every tenet of reason and common sense, such as “Everything you love you owe to capitalism.” The useful collective term “individual” has enabled an ideological camouflage to be thrown over the Capitalistic realities of a Postmodern West, a Geist without a Zeit.

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A Fable

Long, long ago…
Some Jew in a bow tie told me not to trust the Statist. The Statist, he said, would lie and deceive me. The Statist was only interested in my wealth, so that he could redistribute it to his asshole friends while I wallowed in ignorance and squalor.

Thankful for the advice, I gave him and his knowledgeable friends a lot of my money in exchange for their pretty books. Despite the fact the majority of these books were copies of the good ones, and the good ones re-hashed the bow-tie wearing Jew’s three sentences of advice, the works were well-bound, and looked super sexy in my bookcase. It never got me laid, but you never know, right?

Anyway, thanks to myself and other appreciative folks like me, the people who sold me these books now can afford to have a lot of educational events and host web space where their professors conduct online lectures that reinforce what their books say (though at a price I could never really afford). They also wear bow ties.

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