Hollywood, California, is my spiritual hometown. I actually grew up in three other communities in California, but it hardly seems to matter which three. How could my heart take root anywhere under the tyranny of American public schooling?
I don’t have to work for a living. After my father died in December 1997, my family and I won a legal settlement.
The Blog About
Nothing: Sudheer of Hyderabad, India, is a big fan of Playboy and an
even bigger fan of Seinfeld. In this blog, he composes humorous
dialogues for the show’s characters.
Hit & Run: the official
blog of my other favorite magazine, Reason: Free Minds and Free
Markets; winner
of the 2005 Weblog Award for Best Group Blog; “the best
libertarian blog” according to the October 2005 issue of
Playboy.
Scoobie Davis Online: a self-described “filmmaker, surfer, and party crasher” in southern California. He’s also a Playboy fan, a left-leaning political gadfly, and a connoisseur of Jack T. Chick religious tracts.
The Search for
Health in Decadence: poetry and philosophical writings of Will, who has
engaged me in lengthy, good-natured debate through comments on my
blog.
Up the Tao Staircase: self-deprecating wit and wisdom from a Taoist perspective.
The Blank Slate: The Modern Denial of Human Nature by Steven
Pinker. With stylistic flair, a Harvard cognitive scientist
refutes myths about human nature underlying a multitude of political
beliefs—including many of those that would either favor or
oppose the sexual revolution.
God in Popular Culture by Andrew M. Greeley. A liberal Catholic
priest sees quasi-Christian messages of grace abounding in the
allegedly soulless realm of commercial pop culture. For all I know,
Greeley is not necessarily a Playboy fan. But his
interpretation of Madonna’s song “Like a Virgin”—more plausible than the interpretation in Reservoir Dogs—has
influenced my impression of Playboy. (In case anyone wonders, my religious heritage is German-Hungarian Lutheran on my father’s side and Anglo-Scots-Irish secularist on my mother’s.)
John McCain has always given me the creeps. He sincerely loves his country, but he is too much of a true believer in the miraculous powers of government to be trusted as the executive custodian of his country’s freedom-loving heritage. For example, the notion that young adults of any generation need to be enslaved and infantilized by compulsory “national service” is as un-American as anything.
Being a student of the transcendent teachings of A Course in Miracles, I have qualified respect for the spirit of self-transcendence that helped McCain endure imprisonment in Vietnam. However, nothing in an honest appraisal of history, economics, and human psychology can justify McCain’s quasi-religious faith in government as the alternative to the petty concerns of the individual ego. Barack Obama is less libertarian than my ideal candidate for president would be, but he doesn’t seem to go as far as McCain in viewing government as the Jiminy Cricket to everyone’s Pinocchio.*
One of the justifications for the separation of church and state is that the state only flatters itself when it calls itself a worthy teacher of anything to anyone. Oscar Wilde caught the gist of this wisdom when he said that nothing worth knowing can be taught. If McCain doesn’t like it when his fellow Americans give themselves to frivolous or selfish pursuits, he should admit that they won’t find wisdom any faster as a consequence of government action. Even the state’s power to imprison ought to be seen as merely a pragmatic deterrent, not a pedagogical tool—or else the system is abused.
McCain wishes to use government to lay an Adbusters-style guilt trip on American hedonism and consumerism. But if the acquisition of wisdom can never be rushed, the only sensible option is to let individuals party until they wear themselves out. Why does Obama struggle to live down a reputation as a flaky idealist when, between the two of them, McCain puts up a bigger fight against reality?
*Update, November 7, 2008, 2:06 p.m.:Maybe I spoke too soon on the Jiminy Cricket thing. In any event, don’t blame me. I voted for Bob Barr.