Thermomixed Up, Part 8: The Rich Buddha
In the comment section of a previous post, on the subject of living one’s convictions, I suggested that former Gentleman Freddie deBoer did not possess a complete set of male genitalia, and in turn, Freddie accused me of being a pathetic, privileged, pornographer yachtsmen who lacks the standing to speak on the value of hard work.
Not very gentlemanly.
What percipiated this unfortunate exchange was this dilema posed by Freddie:
[I]f someone showed up with money to fund careers and let people live as political thinkers, raising families on a middle class existence, many from across the political spectrum would leap at the chance. But… if you have to choose between prominence and influence on one hand, or ideological purity and freedom on the other hand, which will you choose? It’s easy to say the latter. It’s harder to actually live with the consequences.
Freddie and I hold opposing views on this question of what’s easier to do when you can’t support a family with the fruits of your convictions.
Freddie believes it’s easier to write what you’re told to write and cash your paycheck. I believe it’s easier to get a job as truck-driver (or boat-captain) and do your political writing on a Blogger account.
Freddie, I’m sorry I insinuated that you are a coward and suggested you “grow a pair”. It was uncalled for, and I regret it.
I also apologize to my fellow Gentlemen and the readers and commenters here at the League.