Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Sat with Eldest Gel as she registered on line to vote this evening. She wanted to get in early enough to participate in the Ol’ Virginny primaries next month.
“Dad”, she said, “I’m confused. I’ve read a lot recently by some sensible people calling themselves “classical liberals”, but they don’t sound very much like the other “liberals” I read about. What gives?”
“Oh,” I replied, “You’re absolutely right. The two are completely different. In fact, I consider myself to be a “classical liberal”. I’m not much of a teacher, but read Adam Smith. Read Edmund Burke. Read Friedrich Hayek. They will tell you what it means.”
“Yeah,” she said, “maybe.”
I hope she does, although I doubt it (at least in the immediate future). Sad, this may be. On the other hand, given her proclivities, had she been an avid reader at this age, she would by now have stumbled across and embraced Ayn Rand. I’m really rayther happy that this hasn’t happened.