Don’t Tread on Me
I’ve actually had more time to write lately. I’ve also had the motivation, which is even better. Now, I don’t think I’ll ever get back to the 2,000 words a day of Book 1, but I’m pretty happy with my pace lately (~800 words a day).
Anyway, I started a long blog post a couple of days ago, but it was more rant than post. It was about politics, but it wasn’t what you’d think.
Not surprisingly, lots of people think they understand my politics. They seize upon one thing or another and try to pigeonhole me as a Conservative (with a capital C). Unfortunately, they’re wrong, but I’ll admit that I’m a bit difficult to categorize, and I do come across as a complete jingoist sometimes.
On some things, I actually am conservative. For obvious reasons, I’m a strong supporter of the military and the use of force. It’s an inseparable part of politics, after all. (I’m Clausewitzian like that.) Walking softly and carrying a big stick is fine, as far as it goes, but no one respects the big stick if you’re too afraid to use it.
On other things, like fiscal policy, I’m definitely conservative. I understand that we need a certain amount of welfare spending, but we don’t need a nanny state where no one is allowed to suffer. I don’t suffer because I work for a living. The Declaration of Independence says you have an inalienable right to the pursuit of happiness, but it doesn’t say anything about delivery.
On entitlement programs, I’m wholeheartedly conservative. Social Security isn’t an excuse for Baby Boomers to live like grasshoppers and trust that the rest of us ants will pay for their lack of planning. My parents and in-laws live good lives because they worked hard, planned, and saved. I’m sorry for all the people who didn’t, but that’s too bad. It’s not my responsibility to pay for your lifestyle, and I resent that you mortgaged my future to do it.
I’m also a big supporter of the Second Amendment. Responsible gun ownership is an individual right, enshrined with my right to free speech (and my right to keep soldiers out of my house, for what it’s worth). Besides, guns aren’t dangerous—people are. You want to ban dangerous people? Go ahead and try.
But that’s about where my conservatism ends.
Believe it or not, I’m a social liberal straight out of the Moral Majority’s worst nightmares. I mean, c’mon, folks, look what I do for entertainment—I write porn! Did you think I was some kind of Evangelical Republican nutjob? Seriously?
For instance, I’m actively pro-choice. I’m a member of Planned Parenthood, for Darwin’s sake! I’m also a member of the ACLU, although I wish they’d support all the civil liberties in the Constitution (the dipshit anti-gun Liberal Elites run the ACLU, although I keep paying my dues).
I also support gay marriage, and I’m definitely in the minority there. Call it whatever you like, but marriage is just a civil contract, where two parties agree to share benefits and obligations. Simple. And if gay people want it, I say let ‘em have it. (The same with gay adoption. It’s hard enough for kids to get one parent to love them, much less two!)
On other issues, I’m far less mainstream. I support legalizing all recreational drugs. Regulate ‘em, tax ‘em, and sell ‘em to any adult who wants ‘em. You want to smoke pot in the privacy of your own home? Be my guest. Snort lines of coke with your friends? Have a blast! The whole “war on drugs” is actually a war on people being stupid. Let ‘em be stupid if they want to. I won’t pay for their medical care or rehabilitation, but it’s their right to kill themselves however they want.
And, not surprisingly, I’m a big advocate of sexual freedom. If two consenting adults want to do something in private, we shouldn’t make laws that say this hole is okay but that other one isn’t. A hole is a hole, folks, and consenting adults should be able to decide which ones they enjoy and which they don’t.
Last but not least, I fall completely outside the mainstream in my religious beliefs—I’m not a Christian. I’m not anything else, mind you, but I don’t believe in heaven or hell or Almighty God. I’m not an atheist, either, since I think it’s pretty stupid to say God doesn’t exist. I just don’t feel the need for religion in my life. I’ve tried several of them, but I keep coming back to me—in other words, I’m responsible for my spiritual well-being.
And so we reach the one common thread through all of my politics: I believe in personal responsibility. If you want to live hard, die young, and leave a good-looking corpse, more power to you. But don’t expect me to pick up the pieces. That’s what being an adult is about: you take responsibility for your own actions. Period. Full stop. The end.
So, like I said, I don’t fit the mold of Conservative. I’m not a Liberal, either. And I don’t make a good Libertarian, because I’m too pragmatic. I’m… unique, I guess.
Anyway, that’s probably enough politics for now. On to the story update!
I finished Ch15 a couple of days ago, and sent it to my alpha reader. He came back with some good comments, and I have a firm idea of where I’m going with Ch16. The toughest part of the story is over, as far as I’m concerned. I still have a lot of writing, but the depressing parts are safely behind me.
I want to see how much buffer I can build up over the next couple of weeks. Maybe I’ll even finish Ch16 before I put Ch14 into the pipeline for publication. In any event, I want to publish Ch14 before Thanksgiving. By then, the election will be over, and I won’t feel the need to remind people that I’m not a Conservative.