Lindsay Perigo
The Politically Incorrect Show - 17/03/2000
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Good afternoon, KAYA ORAAAA & welcome to the Politically Incorrect Show on the free speech network, Radio Pacific, for Friday March 17, proudly sponsored by Neanderton Nicotine Ltd, the show that says bugger the politicians & bureaucrats & all the other bossyboot busybodies who try to run our lives with our money; that stands tall for free enterprise, achievement, profit & excellence against the state-worshippers in our midst; that stands above all for the most sacred thing in the universe, the liberty of the human individual.
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Late Wednesday night I received this e-mail from a fellow freedom-fighter:
"Militant left-wing govt, sycophantic media, fascist bureaucrats taking over every aspect of our lives, being cheered on by a spiteful envy-ridden, capitalism-hating socialist public, burgeoning racial problems, fragile economy, rising tax rates, crappy cricket team... I'm serious when I say that I don't want to live in this country anymore. I think it's stuffed, I don't think a libertarian revolution is ever going to get here. This country will limp onto a whimpering ruin and my spirit is broken. Nothing I can do will ever turn things around, and to be quite frank I just don't care anymore. I'm looking to abandon ship and get the hell out of this country before it's illegal for me to do so. I'm convinced now that any the optimism I once had for this country was totally foolish. This is now an unhappy land of nasty small-minded people, and I've had my fill. I wash my hands of this antipodean mess. Let it crucify itself for all I care. Your editorial today [values in education] has pushed me over the edge -- everything that makes humanity great is being willingly dismantled and destroyed. The very thing which brought us from the caves and which spurred the advance of our species is now wrong. Right is wrong, up is down, good is bad, winning is losing, day is night and nothing means anything anyway. For these poor souls, Big Brother will always watch, John Galt will never appear and dawn will never come. The last ember of what the Greeks began is now being extinguished under foot."
Now I have to say this struck a chord with me, reflecting the way I have been feeling for a number of weeks now. But I e-mailed my comrade back saying, "Don't give up yet." And I meant it. For one thing, where is there for a freedom-lover to go? Australia, where tax rates are even higher & Big Brother even bigger, where the equivalent of Graham Holland is specifically empowered by law to lie in pursuit of his legalised thieving? The United Police States, where federal authorities steal one hundred times more property from American citizens through asset forfeiture laws than criminals take in bank robberies? The erosion of personal liberty is global. If we want a revolution, we may as well seek it here.
Yes, the odds against us are formidable. The burgeoning tribalism, the apathetic sheeple, the pervasive envy typified by a fax I received from an Alliance MP in response to yesterday's editorial purporting to show a growing gap between rich & poor, oblivious to the reality that a genuine revolution would see both rich & poor get richer, heedless that the crucial consideration here is not relative wealth & poverty in any event but the personal liberties over which his regime is so wantonly goose-stepping ... the odds I say are formidable. So, too, are they everywhere else.
Ayn Rand said that whoever fights for the future lives in it now. To my dispirited comrade & all other despondent liberty-lovers out there I say, stand fast! Let us indeed live in our future by fighting for it now. The present belongs to our enemies at the moment, to be sure, but we have one very powerful ally: reality. Liberty is good for people, dictatorship is bad. All we are doing is asking the sheeple to reclaim their peoplehood. Can that really be so impossible a task?
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