Every so often my inner demons take control, dragging me to a forum or arena where children and the feeble-minded congregate. Amusing, sometimes, occasionally instructive. Most often, however, the experience is disheartening, even unsettling. These people, the regulars, are allowed to drive, to have children. To vote and, in a few awful instances, hold public office. (That they receive appointments to think tanks, are feted on TV talk shows, and get published in wide-circulation newspapers portends collapse of the Republic, of course, but so do half-a-dozen other harbingers; no need to put all the blame in one place.)
My most recent foray was to the land of the Libertarians. Ron Paul comes to mind, as he ought, but for a real taste of the Libertarian creed, look at Jacob Hornberger. (I don’t recommend visiting his blog, but the link is there if you’re in need of a laugh.)
Hornberger here calls for complete dissolution of… well, read on:
The best thing America could ever do is to ditch Medicare and Medicaid, immediately, along with medical licensure and medical/insurance regulation.
What about the poor?
Socialism destroys our faith in our fellow man. The poor would be handled voluntarily by doctors, hospitals, and other healthcare providers. They would be making so much money (no more income tax on them too) that most of them would have no reservations about helping those in need as part of their regular medical practice. They’d feel good about it.
Got that? If government would stop helping the destitute, and stop licensing medical practitioners, and quit taxing people, basic human decency would kick in and all would be well.
By a most marvelous coincidence, today is the two-hundredth anniversary of Charles Dickens’ birth. Dickens, you may recall, had some experience of poverty and its consequences, and wrote a thing or two about them. Bleak House, for instance. And it was a passage from Bleak House which Ralph Fiennes chose to read at the official Dickens memorial ceremony this morning in Westminster Abbey.