An Identity non-Crisis

There is a point upon which I have been pondering for some time.

Then yesterday, along comes James pondering upon more or less the same point.

What am I?

There seems to be a desperate need these days to apply some kind of label to people.  It is no longer sufficient [apparently] to say that I am a male of Irish nationality, but have to add a whole string of categories after that so that I fit in with some very arbitrary group.

So we’ll get the easy ones out of the way first.  I am a white male of heterosexual persuasion and am non-religious.

But then it gets complicated.

When I was a student, I was radical [but then isn’t it an obligatory part of studentship to be a radical?].  I was anti-capitalist, not quite communist with maybe a soupcon of socialist.  But then life got in the way and I was too busy paying a mortgage and putting food on the table to worry about my political leanings.  I did halfheartedly consider myself Left of Centre in that I was more concerned with the working man than in the old conservative values.

But then something happened.

I don’t know quite how it happened but suddenly being a lefty meant that you were in favour of government control and the might of oppression over the individual.  So I am no longer Left.

I would now describe myself as a fairly staunch Libertarian with a touch of Anarchist.  I say “sort of” Libertarian because apparently there are several flavours and I’m not sure which one I belong to.  And I say “Anarchist” because I don’t believe in bad laws and it is my duty to disobey them.

I believe the State should be there solely to serve the People and laws should only protect the individual against others and not be involved with protecting particular sectors such as Big Business or [particularly] those in power.  I believe in democracy but not the kind of democracy that elects unaccountable professional power grabbers.

I am not anti-immigration [provided the immigrants adapt completely to our way of life], not homophobic [unless they start demanding special favours or rights],  nor am I anti-abortion [not my say – it’s up to the woman involved].  Despite yesterday’s little brainfart I am not sexist either.  I simply believe that merit beats gender.

As a consequence I am very pro-Brexit [i.e. anti-EU] and pro-Trump [simply because the election result upset the Establishment so much]. 

So I’ not quite sure exactly what political class I belong to nowadays [not that I care].

As James would probably say –

I am a proud member of the Curmudgeonly Party!

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An Identity non-Crisis — 19 Comments

  1. You are a “consevatarian”.  So am I.  I am mostly a Libertarian but I don’t believe in a large government.  I believe that my country was founded for the individual.  Back in my twenties I was a full blown socialist and I was all for a large central government.  The older I got the more I realized that a large government was not responsive to the individual.  There is a famous quote of Winsten Churchill  that goes something like…  In your twenties if you’re not a liberal, you have no heart and if in your fourties if you are not a conservative you have no brain.

  2. Heh, I never really tried to know who I was as far as, well, as far as what you’re writing about in your post. The white male, non-religious, heterosexual thing was obvious to me from very early on but I pretty much figured it was a waste of time to try put myself into a certain set of categories politic-wise. And I had no problem telling anyone exactly that if they enquired. One thing (actually quite a few things) that would really piss me off was someone telling me I was either this or that and sometimes the other thing. Like I had to actually pick one. So I didn’t bother.

    The one thing I do know is that if someone wants to fly they damn well better have both wings attached (you know, both right and left?). And, for some hidebound, numb-as-a-hake type folks, I’d like to see their faces when they finally realize that having both wings attached places them firmly in the middle.

    Something like that anyway.

     

  3. Rather than being tribal I reckon that whoever we voted for last time should not be the one we vote for next time. Even if we disagree with them. If everyone did that it’d probably sort most problems out.

    So, in answer to your musing, fuck categorisation.

    Sidenote: initially anti-Trump, now i’m thinking he has the potential to do some good. Time will tell but great fun in meantime watching the pathetic media reaction.

     

    • If we switched voting each time we’d end up flip-flopping between Fine Gale and Fianna Fáil all the time.  Which is more or less what we do anyway.  Does anyone notice the difference?

      • Feck it, just fling one over to PBP, SF, a few independents and it’d be 12 years min before you got back round to those old farts. By which time they might have disappeared off the planet with a bit of luck.

        I might even write ‘Donald Trump’ on the next ballot paper. Just for the hell of it.

        Yep, politics cynical 🙂

  4. A college lecturer in political philosophy [ask Danny H-R about that] used to urge his students to go and stir things up after graduation. He was politely asked what his own political philosophy was and replied: I’m a conservative anarchist. Nuf said.

  5. it wasn’t about trump getting in but keeping Hilary out. We have a lot to thank assange and Edward Snowdon for. These are the people who should be getting awards and not Mary Robinson or Obama!

    • Very true.  It wasn’t a pro-Trump or pro-Clinton vote.  It was an anti-Clinton and anti-Trump vote.  Negative politics at its best!

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