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(Author’s Note: I was a foreign exchange student Aug. 2002 to June 2003. I believe I wrote this story in Jan. 2004 or so. I’m posting it here before I leave for Finland so that everyone will have a nice, lighthearted read while I’m away.)
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It was the first week I spent with my host family, which is generally known as the week the foreign exchange student spends trying to figure out his host family. What time they get up for breakfast, where to put one’s dirty laundry, whether or not one’s family consists of the nicest people in the world or if they’re just waiting for a chance to cut you up into little pieces and bury you in their backyard. Fortunately, my host family was not the latter. However, they did end up having an accidental penchant for cheese.
I was sitting in my room doing whatever it was I did while hiding out in my room (a pretty common occurrence that year, as it turns out) when my host brother came bounding into my bedroom. “Come and help with the cheese!” he bellowed at me. Not sure I heard him properly, I said, “What?”
“Come help with the cheese! Come on!” He plainly thought that this was explanation enough and left the room. I, thoroughly confused, followed. Matthias led me through the basement, out the door and up the outside stairs where, sitting on the walk, was a bunch of cheese. I’m not talking about the kind of packaged cheese you usually go and buy from Dillons. No, this cheese was huge. There were at least five half-a-meter in diameter rounds of cheese and about a dozen smaller (that is, only six inches in diameter) balls of cheese. I stared at it.
My host sister came up from the storage room in the basement and I looked at her in confusion, hoping for some sort of explanation that would make sense. “Come on, pick up some cheese! Help me with a round” She said, enthusiastically, as though this sort of thing happened regularly.
It turns out that it did. You see, I was in former East Germany and, although I didn’t know it yet, I was witnessing an example of what can only be called The Ossie Mentality. This is a result of 40 years of building socialism, when the average East German (Ossie) would be forced to queue up for hours to obtain the simplest household good. If the store happened to run out of what the Ossie in question was shopping for, no matter. He would simply take whatever was available and hope it would come in handy later, as a bartering tool, for example.
I didn’t know this then and became very worried when I lugged the round of cheese into the storage room to find my host parents rapidly emptying the downstairs mini-refrigerator. They were laughing and seemed to be having a wonderful time. “Just put it down in the bottom part of the fridge,” my host mom told me as more cheese came into the room. “We’ll have to put all of this other stuff in the upstairs fridge.”
“Where did all this cheese come from?” I asked, not daring to believe they’d bought all of it.
“Oh, a LKW [semi] got in an accident and the cheese was covered by insurance so everyone can just take however much they want!” They responded cheerfully, carrying in more cheese.
My host dad shoved some of the mini-rounds into the fridge and pretty soon the whole thing was stuffed with cheese and there was still a large round outside of it. This, I was told, would be part of dinner tonight. We would be eating cheese until the cows came home, whenever that might be. 1
My host family was feeling very chipper as we headed upstairs, clutching cheese and the food items that needed to be relocated. “Remember the time this happened with the semi transporting beer?” They reminisced. “Yeah, the whole cellar smelled like beer for months!” They all laughed and I suddenly knew the truth: I was going to be spending the next 10 months with a bunch of friendly, cheese-happy loons.
1 It turns out that the cows have not yet come home. My host family still has some of this cheese (as of this writing). Halfway into my stay it was cut into wedges and frozen to keep it good.
It’s been a rough week. On the job front, Lasse is inching closer to having paying employment, which is good. But he won’t find out if he gets this job in Maine until after November 24. Ages away.
Then on the family front, my brother had another psychotic break. He’s schizophrenic and this is his third one. It wasn’t unexpected, really, my sister and dad reported he’d been acting funny around the end of last month. We were more or less holding our breaths, waiting for it, but hoping it wouldn’t happen.
The bad thing is that this time, I’m not around to help out when the shit hits the fan. All the other times I’ve been in Wichita and helped my sister out taking care of her kids so that she can concentrate more time on my brother’s health. Last time, I undertook the challenge of cleaning my brother’s apartment (believe me when I say challenge). This time, I’m undertaking the challenge of sitting halfway across the country, saying “I wish I could do more…” while also feeling relieved that I moved out here so I wouldn’t have to deal with this kind of stress.
This time my brother’s being a lot more vocal about what it’s like when he has a psychotic break. Aside from his typical anger and talk about how he’s going to “bust outta here (here being the mental hospital),” he’s told my sister that his mind is under attack and he doesn’t think he’s going to win, sometimes he has thoughts everybody cheers. He’s started twitching, which my sister thinks might be a side effect of his medication, but he assured her it was “Sarah” kicking him. He knows something’s wrong with him and that he shouldn’t experience this sort of thing, but at the same time, he can’t get them to go away. He wants to be alone, but he never can be.
Even worse is how this is affecting my nephews. My youngest nephew is (hopefully) too little and too carefree to be really bothered by it. But not my oldest nephew, who has always been more introverted and sensitive. He started crying last night and told my sister how he felt like his whole family is falling apart: “First Shelly moves away and now Uncle’s in the nut house.” Then he got in trouble today at school for not paying attention and painting a wall in his set design class that wasn’t supposed to be painted. I imagine with all the stress that’s on him at the moment, he isn’t paying much attention to anything around him. I wish he could just stay home and chill throughout all this instead of being under constant pressure, but then my sister would have even more to do on top of her job, her family and all that.
To make things even worse, my parents are on vacation in Greece at the moment (a paid trip through the foreign exchange organization my mom works for). So it’s my sister shouldering all of it, with only my brother-in-law as back up.
On the plus side of all this, we’re going to Finland for a week! Lasse’s grandpa died* and he has to go to the funeral, so his parents sent us money for plane tickets and Lasse’s really looking forward to it. I was, too, before my brother went crazy. Then I started thinking about maybe going to Wichita instead. But if I don’t go to Finland, Lasse won’t go. And I am still looking forward to it: it’ll be nice to get out of the country again and go somewhere else, even if the weather is shitty and it’s dark all the time. It’ll be an ice change and we can register our son with the Finnish authorities so he’ll have citizenship there, too. The only thing that I am nervous about is flying international with an infant. Everyone else on the plane is going to hate us. Sorry, other passengers. I feel your pain. I really, really do.
*trust me, this isn’t really that sad. He was 97, had dementia, and a predilection for beating up men 20 years his junior once it got really bad. No one was really surprised when he finally went. He led a full life and was ready to go by the time it ended.
First, a short run-down of my views of voting:
I believe voting is a form of self-defense. Just as you would wield a gun to defend your life and property against a home invader, your vote can be used to defend yourself against those who would use government to steal your property. However, this is only effective if you only vote for those who are pro-liberty.
Before the elections, there was much discussion among libertarians on who they would vote for. Many said they would vote for Sununu because first of all, he is the most libertarian member of the Senate (Sununu himself addressed this issue at the 2008 Liberty Forum, where he stated “…but that’s kind of like being the best surfer in Kansas. It doesn’t mean much”) and 2) Sheehan is a lot worse. Neither of these are good reasons to vote for Sununu. He is not libertarian and his voting record, along with his answers on Vote Smart.org, show this.
“But if I don’t vote for him, Sheehan will win!” First of all, you have no way of knowing that. Secondly, if Sheehan does win (which she did), it is unlikely that Sununu would have lost by 1 vote and that that vote would have been yours. Thirdly, when Sununu wins, he will not think, “wow! People must really disliked Sheehan! That’s why I won!” No, he will think, “People like my views! They like my positions! They like me!”
You see, when you vote, you are not voting against someone. You are voting for them. You are saying, “I like your views. I like your stances. Hell, I like you! Let’s get married!” And that is the message they get. People wonder why there are hardly ever any good, pro-liberty candidates running for public office. Well, dumbass, there are. You just aren’t voting for them and if you don’t vote for them, no one is going to know that you actually don’t want the government to bail out the banks, the auto industry, invade foreign countries, increase taxes and run the dollar into the ground because when you voted, that’s what you said you wanted.
So, if you think the most effective way to spread liberty is by voting for a candidate who is anti-liberty, then please, do not vote. Take a page from our outside-the-system friends and stay home that day. Maybe read “Democracy: The God That Failed” by Hans Herman Hoppe, because your vote will do far more harm than good.
There are a lot of people in the Free State Project who don’t vote. They have a lot of reasons for this, some of which I agree with and some of which I do not. Then there are some reasons that are just plain ridiculous. For example, one of the reasons they don’t vote is because they view voting as coercion, an act of force against others. You see, one of the goals of anarcho-capitalists is to minimize the use of force against others and to create a society where all human interaction is voluntary. Voting, when seen as an act of coercion, flies against this in their minds.
Okay, fine, I can understand where they would reach that conclusion. Afterall, people voting for unconstitutional entitlements and electing people who are anti-liberty is why we have lost so many of our freedoms and find ourselves in the situation we do today.
However…
Most of these non-voters carry firearms. A lot of them open carry. They aren’t shy about it, they just do. Now, I firmly believe in the right to bear arms (and I’m not referring to the second ammendment. I consider it to be a natural right), but I can’t help but feel that this doesn’t make any sense. A firearm has the capability to not only be a show of force if you’re open carrying, but contains within it the ability to kill someone. So, they won’t vote because that’s exerting force over others, but they do carry guns and are apparently willing to exert deadly force against anyone who goes against them* . Does this make sense to anyone else?
Maybe the guns they carry aren’t actually loaded and are just symbolic of their individual sovreignty. In that case, if they’re mugged, that must create an interesting situation:
Mugger: Give me all your money! Oh crap you’re armed.
Moral Non-voter: Oh, no worries, it’s not loaded. You see, I don’t believe in the use of force against others. I believe in a society where everyone interacts on the basis of cooperation and–
Mugger: So you have a gun, but it’s not loaded?
Moral non-voter: No, of course not. That would be wrong! You see–
Mugger: Alrighty then, I’ll have your wallet and your gun! *yoink*
Moral non-voter: No! That’s immoral! You can’t do that! It’s wrong! Come back to the light!
But alas, I doubt this is how it plays out. In all likelihood the guns are loaded, and they would use that to their advantage in such a situation.
It would seem more logical if they were willing to vote to defend their rights as much as they were willing to use guns to defend themselves against those who would do physical acts of aggression against them. Afterall, self-defense isn’t immoral…is it?
*I eclude from this category those who do not vote and also do not carry arms but engage in Gandhi-inspired peaceful resistence and consider themselves pacifists. At least they’re consistant.
(Also, I know that there are other reasons people don’t vote: if you’re not voting because you don’t care, that’s fine. If you’re not voting because you don’t like anyone running, that’s even better. Don’t vote just because some dumbass celebrities make stupid commercials urging you to.)
The national elections went pretty much as I expected: Democrats swept and Republicans lost big time. I can’t help but say they earned it, but I can’t believe the gullibility of the electorate. It seems they actually think that the Democrats will somehow be different from the big spending, big government Republicans. So here are my predictions for the next four years:
1. The war will not end. Which, you ask? Any of them. Our soldiers will remain in Iraq and Afghanistan. They might even make a side trip into Iran, as President-elect Obama has not taken that off the table. You don’t think so? The Dems have controlled both houses of Congress for two years and they haven’t so muched as proposed a bill to take away funding for these illegal wars, nor voted to end them.
2. The economy will get much, much worse. Neither the democrats nor republicans have any idea what’s causing the current recession. They are hopeless Keynesians who believe that all they need to do is spend money and the economy will magically revive itself. Ironically enough, they throw in token monetarism, too, and talk about how they need to keep interest rates low…for liquidity. Apparently there aren’t enough dollars out there on the market. Sorry, guys, that’s not the issue. So, they will introduce a whole lot more government programs we can’t afford. They won’t increase taxes on anyone but big business and “the rich,” so the national debt will get worse.
3. The dollar will die. I don’t predict hyperinflation, but I know of people who have. At least there will be 20% inflation. With the money-printing presses running full speed to come up with $1 Trillion for the bailout they passed, combined with low interest rates (think back to that Money and Banking class you didn’t take in college. If the Fed wants to increase the amount of money on the market, it can do two things: sell T-bills and lower interest rates) will flood the market with dollars. If you want to prevent this, start burning cash. But wait, you can’t. That’s illegal.
4. Likely nationalization of health care and state universities. To be honest, these two are the least of my worries. I pretty much don’t care if that happens. With 2/3rds of every health care dollar already spent by the federal government, they might as well just go ahead and spend the other 1/3rd. I mean, come on, who cares? At least then people would stop blaming the free-market for making health care so expensive. Trust me, we left free market medicine in the dust years ago.
5. National Service. Obama has come out for this. For some reason, he thinks it’s a good idea. Ironically enough, the US would get national service after many countries (like Germany, for example) have made theirs optional. I care about this because I sure as hell don’t want my kid pressed into two years of mandatory slavery. If this happens, he can serve in Finland. At least the Finnish military doesn’t fight wars. He can do what my husband did and send a whole year guarding a building while raising and lowering the Finnish flag.
6. The War on Drugs will continue, unabated. I don’t see any reductions in penalties or even the decriminalization of marijuana on a national level.
There are probably other things that I could predict. But to be fair, things would still be bad even if McCain had been elected president. The Dems still would have controlled both houses by a good margin and I doubt McCrazy would have stood much in there way. When’s the last time he actually stood up for freedom and free markets? For those of you who thought you actually had a choice this election and voted for either of these morons, go commit yourselves into the nearest mental health facility. You are clearly suffering from delusions.