So last night, the family sits down to watch “Seabiscuit.” I decline, since I am extraordinarily finicky about watching movies and it didn’t sound great to me. So I — entirely coincidentally — sit down at the computer to read Burton Folsom’s book New Deal or Raw Deal?: How FDR’s Economic Legacy Has Damaged America. It’s a book that was recommended by Tom Woods in one of his Liberty Classroom lectures on the New Deal, and I’m about 1/3 of the way through. As I’m reading about the atrocities of FDR’s bungling, and all the damage it caused, I hear from the other room:
They called it “relief,” but it was a lot more than that. It had dozens of names; N.R.A., W.P.A., the C.C.C. But it really came down to just one thing: For the first time in a long time, someone cared. For the first time in a long time, you were no longer alone.
Oh, Good Lord.
I went storming into the next room, asked for the movie to be paused, and told the kids that these programs made Americans miserable, raised the prices of the goods and food they needed, and put them out of work.
I waited for the movie to be over to launch into the real lectures: millions of pigs slaughtered and discarded in graves, and millions of bushels of wheat destroyed, while the nation starved; fields of cotton plowed under while people were unable to buy new clothes; businessmen jailed for providing goods and services at low prices; and on and on and on.
You cannot read Folsom’s account of the lying, incompetent clown FDR’s policies, and not fly into a rage — especially when Hollywood is trying to propagandize your children with patent nonsense.
Better to let them watch it and provide the corrective lectures, though, than to prohibit it. They’ll be battling this propaganda all their lives.