Fahrenheit 3:16 – Read A Book You’d Rather Burn


Everybody celebrates holidays in their own way – Chinese food for New Year’s, green Guinness for St. Paddy’s, crushing bitterness for Valentine’s day – but let’s face it: some holidays demand fire. From Fourth of July fireworks to Hanukkah candles, you’re not really partying unless flames are involved. In this festive spirit, the good folks of Amazing Grace Baptist Church in Canton, North Carolina are going to be celebrating Halloween this year with a get-together that combines the great tradition of fire-for-fun with another time-honored practice: burning books.

Fire is a versatile thing. It’s not just pretty, it’s eloquent: nothing says “you had probably better listen to me” like a little combustion. Pretty much anything – a flag, a cross, a witch, a Reichstag – carries more political significance when it’s burning. That’s why Pastor Marc Grizzard and members of his church will be burning some heretical tomes to celebrate All Hallows Eve. And these won’t be satanic or pornographic books, not evolutionary texts, not even Harry Potter (getting a burn permit for all seven volumes is nearly impossible). Nope. They’re gonna burn Bibles, as well as books by such notable blasphemers as Billy Graham, Rick Warren, and Mother Teresa. Also, “music of every genre” – hopefully on vinyl, since everybody knows that analog has a warmer sound.

Personally, I’m skeptical of the efficacy of bonfires as a means of suppressing Kenny G (though God knows it’s worth a shot). Besides, ideas always seem to pull an Obi-Wan Kenobi – if you try to strike them down they only become more powerful. So I’d like to put aside the specifics of Pastor Grizzard’s little Savonarola impression and make a suggestion:

READ A BOOK YOU’D RATHER BURN

There are a lot of bad books out there, but I’m not talking about that paperback thriller you bought off a rack at the airport. I’m talking about Bad, capital-B-Bad books. Evil on paper. Try to find a real-life equivalent of the Necronomicon from the Evil Dead movies, curl up with a cup of tea, and start at page one. I did. I read ‘The Turner Diaries’.

This novel, written in 1978 by William Pierce, was a favorite of Timothy McVeigh prior to the OKC bombing. It follows the heroic exploits of Earl Turner, a white man who makes a valiant stand against the wicked Jews and brutish Negroes who have seized control of the US government. After waging a protracted campaign to protect the Aryan race by executing ‘race traitors’ and pawns of the Zionist-controlled government, Turner cements his status as saint and martyr by strapping an atomic bomb to an airplane and crashing it into the Pentagon. Thus, the stage is set for his white brethren sweep across the globe and finally eradicate the mud races from the earth.

Trust me, I have not even come close to doing this book justice. Only a literary talent like Mr. Pierce could have described in such loving detail the placards tied around the necks of a young interracial couple prior to their lynching. If you haven’t read it, you can’t imagine the cathartic ecstasy of a man on a mission who has climbed into an airplane on a God-given suicide mission to destroy the Pentagon.

So, you should read it.

Seriously.

Especially if you really, really, really don’t want to.

There are some ideas we don’t want to have inside our heads. There are some perspectives so horrifying that to step into the shoes of their authors is to feel a sense of defilement, a need to take a shower with a cheese grater just to get the filth off. And I highly recommend it – because afterwards, you’ll understand a very real view of the world that you’d never otherwise have been able to believe existed. You’ll be wiser for it. And you’ll have demonstrated the difference between yourself and the coward whose first instinct is to reach for a torch.

-L

P.S. – Any recommendations? I’m trying to build a list of Bad books beyond the obvious (Mein Kampf, etc.) … your help much appreciated!


Why I want government-run health insurance


Please, hear me out. I’d describe myself as basically a Libertarian – if the government has to spend money to do something other than keep me safe, I’d probably prefer that they not, and if somebody’s not hurting anyone I think the government should pretty much leave them alone. But there are some things that I *do* think the government should do, and I think that operating a centralized health insurance program is one of them. Like I said, hear me out.

The whole issue of health care has become such a political football that it’s easy to lose track of what we should really be rooting for. It doesn’t help that a lot of people are more interested in playing partisanship than in helping our nation prosper. And some things are obvious: do we want government-run health care? Do we want government hospitals full of government doctors, practicing medicine to a bureaucrat’s tune? Hell no. No way, no how, not a chance. Not in my America. The list of things that Washington shouldn’t be doing is too long to go into here, but the list of things it should do is blessedly short, and at the top of that list: make the decisions that private individuals don’t have the power to make for themselves and don’t have the right to make for each other.

We’re a society of laws, a democracy. That doesn’t mean we’re going to give up our guns, but we put aside the option of using them against our fellow citizens whenever we feel like it. To our government we give the responsibility of protecting us from foreign enemies. To our government we give the responsibility of policing our streets. We are a free people, and we are a lawful people, and we acknowledge that in our society it’s not up to us as individuals to take these matters into our own hands. We don’t lynch – justice belongs to all, and the system that administers it we hold in common. That’s the ONE THING that all Libertarians – and hopefully all conservative – can all agree on about the role of government. We do not, as individuals, have the right to say who lives and who dies.

Right?

It is not okay for you to decide to put a rope around someone’s neck and deprive them of oxygen. And if you decide to withhold from someone the medical treatment they need to keep breathing, you’re killing them just as surely. Hold on now, am I saying that healthcare is a right? No, I’m not, and it isn’t, it’s a commodity just like milk and eggs, and like milk and eggs you can’t have any unless you pay someone who knows how to produce it. But once again, I’m not talking about healthcare. I’m talking about health insurance. It’s not the doctors who are seizing control of that life-or-death decision, it’s the insurance companies. Decisions about the lives of American citizens – the kind of decisions that we would only entrust to a quorum of legislators or a panel of duly appointed jurors, are being made every day by private citizens. And it’s not a terrorist or a murderer whose life hangs in the balance. It’s mine.

Mine. My life, a life that belongs to me. We understand the sanctity of private property, and we will not surrender same except by lawful act of the government we elect. Nobody puts me in jail but a policeman with a badge that says he works for the American people. Am I going to hold the person who decides whether I live or die to a lower standard?

Now, I just mentioned private property, and it’s important to remember how fundamental that concept is to who we are and what we stand for. Remember, we’re not kleptocrats who think that property is whatever you can stuff in your pockets. We believe in true capitalism, the creation of wealth through the creation of value. There ain’t no such thing as a free lunch, you only earn what you produce. So what exactly do insurance companies produce? Now let me be clear, I’m not in any way denigrating either our nation’s insurance companies or the people that work for them. They’re good people, and they provide an essential service – god knows somebody has to, and so far our government hasn’t stepped up to the plate. But it is important to remember that insurance companies do not produce a commodity. They do not manufacture what they sell on the assembly line, they do not grow it in the fields or dig it out of the ground. What they sell is risk – your risk, my risk. And where do they get it from?

Nowhere, it’s universal, it’s a natural phenomenon. Health risk can be harvested without leaving your desk. That’s fine, that’s all well and good. But now consider that in any given state, access to that infinitely public resource is wholly monopolized by only a handful of private companies! As a staunch believer in private property and free enterprise, I might find myself supporting a corporation that owned an absolute monopoly on the air we breathe, but I simply cannot justify supporting corporate hegemony over a generally-available class of decision-making that I wouldn’t normally allow to anyone not elected by and accountable to the American people.

We don’t do lynch-mobs. We don’t let private security firms declare war on other countries. Because we are conservative Libertarians, we make decisions for ourselves – and for those life-or-death decisions that citizens of a lawful society can’t make for themselves, we put them in the hands of a government that we elected.

Now, we hear a lot of arguments for a public insurance option that just leave us shaking our heads. We hear that healthcare is a human right, we hear that we have a social responsibility, we hear that we are our brothers’ keepers. But hey, Libertarians are used to having embarrassing political allies. Just remember – a grown-up doesn’t change his or her beliefs just out of spite for somebody else’s. We hold fast to our principles even if others stumble across the same conclusions by accident. Remember this: the public health insurance option is not about the poor and the downtrodden. It’s about me. Or, in your case, you.

In a society of laws, I can’t own every decision that might be made about my life – but by God, I can own the person who makes that decision. So as far as I’m concerned, we should be demanding public health insurance.