Saw this meme and flipped my lid.
And my continuing problems with Libertarian philosophy are:
1. No accounting for the history behind things
2. No accounting for anthropology
3. No concept of value outside of a stranglehold around the neck of the word Freedom—freedom to cut your own throat.
How about it’s illegal because it’s abhorrent? How about it’s illegal so we can save people from harming themselves, their loved ones, and the whole moral fabric of reality? How about it’s illegal because that old, tired wisdom is very often true: “Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem”?
How about instead of championing your debased concept of freedom, you champion some virtue, like bravery, like grit, like compassion for someone other than your miserable self, so that you can actually be free; real freedom, freedom that even a starving slave in chains can boast of in the face of a gorging tyrant carried on a cushioned litter, freedom often antithetical to libertarian freedom, freedom of the soul, of the inner man, of the mind and thoughts and desires, freedom that doesn’t depend on the implementation of some cracked and godless philosophy.
Libertarianism: The Freedom to kill yourself. It says it all. There is a freedom that kills freedom, and it’s Libertarianism.
Alright I don’t want to be unfair. There are good things that libertarians have done, and that even because of their philosophy. I think there’s good cases to be made that a more libertarian fiscal policy would be a good thing. But in the end, if it’s moving in the right direction, it’s still moving toward the wrong goal. It champions freedom without asking what freedom is, what the freedom is for. It does not ask, as a philosophy must ask, whether freedom itself can be an end, or whether the very meaning of freedom is freedom to do, to act. Suicide is, in some twisted sense, an ultimate freedom; “Now I’m free—free falling” as the song goes; it is an ultimate decision. Damn it all, but can’t you reflect for one moment whether it’s good or bad? When Reason was made a goddess, her altar was the guillotine—to remove one’s head, the seat of reason, is the main thing the worshipers of Reason have become known for. The hippies, for their part, wanted love and peace, and their generation is perhaps the most hateful, warmongering generation known to man. So try it, say God can’t sink your Titanic, make Freedom your ultimate aim and you will find the only freedom you’ve won is the freedom to kill yourself.
Repent, the Kingdom of God is at hand.
PS
Alright, just realized, I wrote this before. Above is my dialectic sermon, but I already said the same thing in a short story, Ships in the Night. If my tirade interested you, and you’d like to support an indie author, please check out my anthology:
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