A new Gallup poll says that 43 percent of Americans favor some form of socialism. If you factor in the people who also favor various forms of existing socialism but aren’t intellectually honest enough to call it that, those who understand economics and morality should know to be terrified by this. But the real terror isn’t that 43 percent of people embrace this destructive economic theft. No, the real problem is that we are stuck with a political system which forces everybody to be dragged along by the same populist insanity whether we want it or not. I have no objection to millions of people living together in socialism. I have a serious moral and practical objection when they insist they have the right to force me to go along with them. The problem isn’t public opinion. The problem is that the political system makes public opinion into a dictatorship.
Defense mechanism led me to repress unacceptable emotions
I had never heard of the psychological concept of “reaction formation” until recently, but I’ve apparently been using this defense mechanism all my life.
Almost two weeks ago, I encountered the idea of reaction formation in a book about the psychology of personality. In a chapter about my personality type, the author discussed reaction formation as the central defense mechanism of the type. The first time I heard it, the idea went in one ear and out the other. It didn’t sound relevant to me.
But I listened to the chapter a couple more times. One day this past week, a painful insight hit me. It was something I didn’t want to see. All of a sudden, I saw with startling clarity how I had been using this obscure defense mechanism my entire life. This sudden insight explained a lot about my past.
And then suddenly, an even-more-powerful insight showed me how I was continuing to do the same thing today — and that’s something I definitely didn’t want to see.
Your ignored mistakes quickly become impossible to change
One of the great regrets of my father’s life was losing a woman by the name of Jackie when he lived in Pensacola, Fla., but I didn’t know that when we first visited her home when I was 11 years old.
He told us we were going to visit an old friend from his younger days, but he wasn’t specific. Jackie was expecting us and seemed happy to see us. I remember her as attractive, charming and gracious. But even though I was only 11, I could tell that there was an electricity between them that meant they had been more than just friends — and still felt something deeply for one another.
Her husband wasn’t home. We visited Jackie several times during the year we lived in Pensacola, but we never met her husband. I discovered that my father also visited her from time to time at her job, sometimes taking her to lunch. But it took me several years to piece together what had gone on between them about 18 years before.

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We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
‘This path leads to somewhere I think I can finally say, I’m home’
When love finally dies, it’s like a fever breaks and the pain is gone