The Left Is the Apex of Personal Liberty? Humbug.
Chapter 6.4: The biggest failure of the Nolan Chart
Why this book | Title Page | Table of Contents
Preface | Introduction
PART 1
Chapter 1 (1.1) (1.2) | Chapter 2 (2.1) (2.2) (2.3) | Chapter 3 (3.1) (3.2) (3.3) (3.4) (3.5) (3.6)
PART 2
Chapter 4 (4.1) (4.2) (4.3) (4.4) (4.5) | Chapter 5 (5.1) (5.2) (5.3) (5.4) (5.5) (5.6) (5.7) (5.8) (5.9)
Chapter 6 (6.1) (6.2) (6.3) (6.4)
PART 3
Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14
PART 4
Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 |
PART 5
Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Conclusion
Appendix | Works Cited
Note: This is an installment of The Freedom Scale: An Accurate Measure of Left and Right. See here for installments of The Distributed Nation: A Plan for Human Independence.
Note 2: I know that many of you are missing #FreedomMusicFriday and the rest of my normally more varied content. However, time is short, the world is weird, and we need solutions. That is what I am writing The Distributed Nation (the other book) as quickly as possible. We will return to more normal fare once that is done.
6.4 Problems with the Nolan Chart, 3
Little bits of freedom are not enough.
The left isn’t the apex of personal liberty
Little bits of freedom are not enough.
During my brief time at Moscow State University in 1991, I intentionally sought out experiences beyond the classroom. I skipped a number of the student group tours and instead just walked around the city with no particular aim in mind, other than to be there and let things happen.
I sat on sidewalks and smoked cigarettes with random strangers.1 I climbed to the top of a tower to look out over the city. I got into conversations where we spent more time flipping through a Russian-English dictionary than actually talking.
Early on, I met two sisters in front of St. Basil’s. We tried to communicate—they jokingly started telling me the words they knew in English: mother, father, missile, pronunciation, and the number five for some weird reason. In truth, they knew a little more English than that—enough to understand me when I asked them out on a date (yes, both of them) at 9:00 the next day…
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