It is a curious irony of the human condition that we often kill what we profess to cherish most — or, as it is said in Latin: “Occidimus quod nos fovere profitemur.”
However, this irony may be lost on the Libertarian Party.
The May 2024 nomination of Chase Oliver in Washington DC as the Libertarian Presidential candidate triumphantly proclaimed an intention by the Party to drive a final nail in the coffin of sanity and relevance for the Party. I was there, seated with the State of New Hampshire, as a state delegate of this charade.
This masochistic self-loathing is bizarre to the common observer — a paradoxical compulsion to effectively kill and defame what the individual members of the Party are so passionate about: liberty.
For Chase Oliver seems to represent everything that the principles of the Party stand in opposition against. By his own public admissions, Oliver was staunchly “pro-mask,” conformed to lockdown rhetoric, and adhered to all the government regulations and propaganda during the Covid Era of Insanity. Instead of “Be[ing] Ungovernable” as the Party’s own slogan demanded during its 2024 Convention, Oliver spent the last four years bending over backwards to get on board the Government’s Propaganda Machine; he begged at its teat like a supplicant: “Please, sir, may I have some more?”
He was a “useful idiot.” He was hoodwinked. He was a fool. He was a purveyor of Statist talking points, like so, so many others at the time.
As if that were not enough, Chase finds it not ‘morally repugnant’ that cultural warriors of the State would advocate to give hormone blockers to children; to the contrary, he supports what is obvious child abuse and pushes the #woke neo-Marxist agenda at every turn.
That such brazenly “un-Libertarian” positions would be held up and championed by the Party’s Presidential candidate leads to a collapse of the moral philosophy on which Libertarianism itself is built. The shine of great purity has been utterly defamed by its new mouthpiece. Or, to put it in religious terms: “a house divided against itself cannot stand.”
To make the situation that much more tragic, the average Libertarian himself – the Individual who passionately supports the tenants of true Libertarianism — believes in something principled and REAL, unlike many zealots of the two major parties.
Ergo, the core Libertarian dogma (economic sanity, sound money, the Non-Aggression Principle (NAP), etc.) empirically makes Libertarianism the most moral and pragmatic philosophy to ever exist in all of human history.
This is why the irony is so poignant when the Party charged with championing and extoling these virtues opts instead to nominate a Marxist clown to represent it.
As such, it is rather apropos that the 2024 Libertarian Convention was held in Washington D.C., arguably the epicenter for sin and despair in the entire modern world. More heartache, pain, sorrow, destruction, inflation, and horror has been unleashed from this “sacred city” on the hill of depravity than from any other place in history. More money has been unscrupulously ‘printed’ in the buildings of the Federal Reserve in Washington DC than in all of human history. More wars have been unconstutionally waged, via executive order, from the halls of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue (no, not Congress), than any other location on the planet.
So it is fitting, therefore, that the Libertarian Party chose from that selfsame debauched city of corruption — from within the icy bowels of Gomorrah itself — it voted for a naked charlatan, like the Emperor who paraded around with no clothes, to represent the Party of Principle — the Party of Virtue — the Party of Sanity. How sublimely tragic!
The Greek Tragedy was one of the most celebrated forms of entertainment in the ancient world. This fact always surprised me, but I now understand why it was so. Tragedy is the most understood component of human existence. And tragic irony is as much a part of what it is to be a member of mankind as breathing or loving. The more passionate one becomes for someone or something, the more tragic it is when it is utterly destroyed in front of you—the tragedy further compounded as you sit powerless to prevent it. Sitting at my table toward the westward wing of the Convention Room in Washington DC, I was utterly powerless to prevent something I cherished from dying a cruel death right before my eyes.
Such is the tragedy of the Libertarian Party.
Its philosophy is beautiful. It is logical. It is pristine and unassailable. It deserves recognition and devotion. It demands spokesmen and women who are the BEST of humanity to do it justice.
Instead … we got Chase Oliver. Occidimus quod maxime amamus
