I certainly apologize if anyone reading this believes I am going to talk about football. Baseball certainly, but never football. I was raised a Philadelphia boo-bird and I am proud of it. Even Santa Claus fears real boo-birds. Before I go any farther, I need to post one small link. It has been more than a year since my last commentary on Third Party Watch, and some may want an explanation of where I’ve been. Reading is not required. But back to Dallas vs Houston. Yes, that Dallas. The Dallas Accord. There are relatively few people still around who were in the Libertarian Party during or prior to the 1974 Dallas Convention. But it is legend in their party, and is often quoted as the treaty made between the classical liberals and the anarchists to hold the party together. With apologies to lpedia.org for the oversimplification: The party was growing. The number of classical liberals (aka minarchists) outnumbered the much smaller anarchist wing of the party. In order to prevent a split and with a goal of expanding the party, concessions were made and the statement of principles was changed. I wasn’t in the LP in 1974. In fact, I was still in high school. But if I had been in the party and at that convention, I would have advised against it. The cost, over the years, could be way too great. It allowed candidates some considered lunatics to run for office. The anarchist wing of the party slowly grew until eventually they were mostly just waving dildos around and calling themselves the radicals. Obviously, by definition, the entire party is radical — at least as far as the media, the “major” parties, and most of the public are concerned. Look up the word. The original party, far more oriented toward classical liberalism than anarchy, slowly disappeared. This isn’t to say that anarchists are bad people. Some of my best allies when I was in the LP were anarchists. (Hmmm…where have we heard that before?) The rubber bands holding the party together began to stretch. By the time I joined in 2005, the fractures were large enough to see, and large battles had begun to take place at conventions. The largest rift started in 2006, when the “Reform Caucus” tried to strip and cleanup the platform. All sides would agree that it was a badly botched job. Eventually, infiltrators came in, calling themselves “Mises” and we all know what happened next. Yes, some of the Mises caucus members are actually classical liberals who have been fooled. And they fooled some of the anarchists and classical liberals already in the party as well — for a while. So where am I going with this? Why should anyone care about the Dallas Accord’s failure? A few days ago there was a discussion on Third Party watch about the actions of the Libertarian Party of New Hampshire and their violation of the ByLaws by endorsing the Republican candidate for President. These actions were preceeded by the equally suspect convention antics, where that same candidate, along with an “independent” candidate were both present and invited to speak. One was even nominated during the Presidential candidate election. I would mention their names, but I have no intention of risking an eventual violation of Godwin’s Law in this commentary. In this discussion, I recommended a few methods of holding out and purging the infiltrators. I suggested that the definition of libertarian was too vague and that they needed to correct it. A reply to the effect that the composition would be changing to “actual libertarians” was submitted. I suggested that they needed to get everyone to agree on what an “actual libertarian” is. The next reply was classic: “Oh that’s easy, that’s me.” And here we have it. Those replies could have been from anarchists, minarchists, socialists, or even the fascist controlled Mises caucus. All sides believe they are “actual libertarians”, so unless you know the players, you can’t tell them apart by that answer. Which takes us to Houston. Houston, Texas, in December of 2024. A convention of the recently formed Liberal Party USA. A party that understands that in order to keep your focus on the goal, you have to have a standard. Their’s is classical liberalism. Not communism, socialism, fascism or anarchy, but classical liberalism. Go search wikipedia. They have lots of great information on this. This is why a number of classical liberals who used to be in the Libertarian Party have joined this new movement. They understand that while the anarchists are “fellow travellers” toward freedom, their definitions of freedom in regard to the role of government differ. They understand that the Libertarian Party failed in part to the desire to appease everyone. So they decided to cut their losses and let others try to save what is left — if they can. This is your wakeup call. There is still time to get to Houston in December. I wanted to go, and even bought a ticket, but health prevents me from attending. So I’m challenging all classical liberals — you know who you are — to get off the couch or chair you are sitting in and join this new movement. We need to make sure that the Houston convention builds a party structure that won’t result in its own version of a Dallas Accord a few years from now.
Month: November 2024
The Long Road Back
Sometimes stories are so painful that you can’t write about them. But sometimes you have to. I know that the readership of this site tends to just be foreign nationals trying to break in, which of course would get them nowhere, but occasionally real humans visit and anyone doing so would justifyably get the impression that this site is dead. And it was dead, from November of 2023 until today. Why did I go silent, and why have I returned? If you really want to know why I went silent for thirteen months, read on. If not, I won’t be offended. I needed to write this for myself, but you are not required to read it. This was started in August, but most if it was written in one sitting this evening. Giving yourself goals beyond your physical ability In the fall of 2023 I planned for an event. It was a big one for me, and I knew it. But I prepared myself in advance, both physically through lots of rest, and by lining up all the pieces and players through many telephone calls, email messages and texts. The event was the 2023 South Carolina Libertarian Party’s state convention, and my plan was to interview the candidates seeking their party’s nomination for President. Having left the Libertarian Party three years earlier, I hoped that I would be able to conduct fair and unbiased interviews, giving the readers of Independent Political Report some insight into who was running. Everything went quite well on the day of the event. All six of the (later seven) candidates who appeared went out of their way to give me time for proper interviews. At the end of the day I had roughly 3 1/2 hours of audio. It was a very long day, and I even attended the debate. I wasn’t planning on attending the dinner, but I did, through the generosity of a friend who’s wife had decided not to attend. My overall impression of the convention was that it ran very well up until the end of the debate, when a serious error in judgement was made by permitting a local sociopath to speak. He has been claiming to be running for president for years but is only slightly more qualified than a dead rat. I recall him wearing a hoodie and mumbling a lot. I had to deal with this person many times over the years, and in the past the state party had always instituted minimal rules for attending debates to keep him away. This person can’t meet any minimum requirements. You are probably wondering why this person is even mentioned here, but it is a factor in what transpired. Could I ignore it, or would I have to mention his presence? At the end of the evening, I was exhausted. I made it home by Uber, but I think that if I had been there another hour they would have been calling an ambulance. But I had my interviews done. Or did I? Pieces of a puzzle I started writing the next day. I outlined what I was going to do, and the order the interviews would be published in. Then I started building the six interviews, reviewing the recordings to make sure I had the same questions to cover. Hours went by. I still had to work, so by the third day, I needed to deal with customers. I quickly found myself in the very bad cycle of working and then trying to write at night. Within another few days I was exhausted and had to stop. Having a heart attack affects everyone differently. In my case, even though it had now been a year and a half, I found that I was no longer able to go into “crunch mode” to get something this big done. Then the writer’s block set in. I found that while I can write commentary and give opinions and analysis, I am horrible at trying to put together interviews without interjecting opinions. And I had a lot of opinions about these candidates! Then the anger set in. Why was my former party putting up such a weak slate of candidates? What could I write about this set of six without giving my opinion of who would win? I felt it would be Oliver and that it would be a horrible battle at convention and end up fracturing the party. And how could I say anything without being brutally honest about just how much of a fool several of these candidates were and expose the few who were clearly con-artists? What was their motivation and what were they trying to achieve? Of course I can write this after the fact and it doesn’t really matter whether I was right or wrong. What actually happened was far worse than I guessed last November. But back to the puzzle. Another week went by. I found I could not even look at several draft commentaries I had been working on. Now I understood the puzzle. It wasn’t the articles I was writing. It was the puzzle of how you keep yourself neutral when you are used to giving opinions. The articles sat unfinished. A step into the dark So I went silent. I spent a lot of time talking to a friend about my writer’s block. He eventually talked me into going to a local meeting of the writer’s association. His intent was good, but I never should have gone. So the last Sunday in February, after voting the day before in the Republican Presidential Preference Primary for the first time since 2000, I attended the meeting at the downtown public library. I am sure it was useful to many of the writers present, but I found it quite boring. It was obvious that this well meaning group was not necessarily my solution. Neither was the set of stairs which I fell down outside the library, fracturing my hip on the concrete sidewalk and placing