Publisher’s Note: Just discovered a curious cat named Richard Louis “Dick” Proenneke who lived alone in the Alaskan wilderness for 35 years. I’d requested a data cache from friends sent to me of documentaries while I am OCONUS and happened on these. Several documentaries by Bob Swerer were made based on Proenneke’s diaries and homemade film records of his exploits. The journals are a wonderful testament to his skills as a a writer and naturalist if not world-class builder and expedient materials fabricator. Many brag on their wilderness skills but Dick shows how it’s done. Take a look for yourself. -BB
“They may torture my body, break my bones, even kill me. Then they will have my dead body, but not my obedience.”
“Anarchism is founded on the observation that since few men are wise enough to rule themselves, even fewer are wise enough to rule others.”
I am opposed to the government death penalty; I am also pro-life which makes me blessedly consistent. I don’t trust the government to be able to have the responsibility to mete out the severest penalty and to do it either professionally or with no ill intent. In the smaller sense, the evidence is massive of the queue of innocents who have been shot, hanged and poisoned for crimes they did not commit. In the larger sense, government puts us all on death row and it is just a matter of time before the statist cops kill you in your home or vehicle or we suffer a massive die-off in America from an EMP burst that takes us from now to 1850 in one second.
I use this preamble to frame my severe skepticism of the state doing the right thing…ever.
I am not opposed to the death penalty in my house if an intruder comes in to do harm to me or mine. I am a Flinter in temperament and predisposition. Most of the laws on the books are noxious, useless and liberty-draining in their essence. Malum prohibitum is the state saying don’t do that because I told you not to. A monstrous fallacy whose logic only serves to reduce subject populations to assessed rentals on their freedom that can be wrested away at the drop of the constabulary’s hat. I daresay that one could throw every statute book into the bonfires across the nation when Americans finally wake up and throw off their shackles of serfdom from the local to the national level and folks would not find themselves in danger but would stumble into prosperity. As a matter of fact: “If US federal regulation–and all the money it receives, generates and spends–were evaluated as a standalone economy, it would be the 10th largest in the world, behind Russia and before India. That’s right, our federal regulations outrank, in terms of overall output, the economy of the second-most populous country on Earth.”
This is simply astonishing. The brakes on civilizational advance imposed by government are incalculable.
Will commerce and everyday living really come to a screeching halt because the cops don’t show up to work or the sloth-like city landscaping crews refuse to shamble from their abodes to dawdle at make-work throughout the burgs of America? All of a sudden, the economic illiterates peopling the municipalities across the nation go on strike for higher wages and more vacation time for weeks, nay months; will the country stagnate and fold onto itself?
Things would be difficult for about 24 hours and then voluntarism, persuasion and cooperation would emerge as the factors that make life worth living. No utopia this and there would be scores settled and inevitable failures but only the individuals would be responsible and not the nameless strangers who lord over every facet of our lives like pawns on a macabre chessboard. The heavy hand of the state and its shambling yoke-tenders would be out of work and the country would revitalize itself. Tens of thousands of Americans would wake up the next morning and look to the east and exclaim: “You can go away now; we have awakened from our prison slumber.” Ed Abbey made me say this.
I found Edward Abbey’s 1959 thesis on “Anarchy and the Morality of Violence” over the weekend while reading a small tome entitled “Epitaph for a Desert Anarchist” by James Bishop, Jr. I have been an Abbey reader most of my adult life and found his books amusing and penetrating. He held a lifelong distrust of all authority, especially the state and the thesis provides an insight into the flame that burned in him at a rather tender age. In reading the thesis, I am astonished that nearly sixty years ago in an America long gone, he faced the same fears of overweening government and the creeping police state emerging into monstrous being.