Crow Falls Down

The Light of Distant Stars

Perhaps the only appropriate response to American libertarianism is surprise.

Corollary to this, it is a matter of taste to experience a tender shock at the discovery, by well meaning liberals of any number of affiliations, that libertarianism is at best the predictable affirmation of an ancient belief in aristocracy. There is no less novel faith than in the annunciation which proposes a gap between those who merit glory on earth, on account of their innate and kinetic virtues, and those whose moral failing begins with their flesh itself, and ends in their subjection.

This alarm should be brief, and altogether without condemnation. It is not so much that liberals are constantly themselves surprised that advocates of “the free market” are such ungrateful boors that they refuse to recognize the humanity of the suffering multitude; more so, it is that they resurrect a delicious agony with each new confirmation of this old and immobile knowledge. They should know better, but they would not be liberals, and trapped therefore in a closed cycle of politics and power-sharing, if they did.

As for the libertarians themselves, we must not be shocked that they re-iterate the Sumerian division between the elect and the debt-bound with the devotion appropriate to a middle born climber. No, it follows more from that entire philosophy’s unerring - nay, inerrant - capitulation to its own errors. The lack of logic is jarring.

If a man works hard to get what he deserves, then he deserves none of it. Desserts are either created by labor, and subsequently the property of all and none, or they are accident, and being mere good fortune, belong no more to their winners than does the light of distant stars.