Ahh love! It’s Valentine’s Day, so what better topic to discuss than love…and contraceptives?! Contraception is all the rage the past few days.

First, a quick look at how we got here.

In August last year, Secretary of Health and Human Services, Kathleen Sebelius announced that the Obama administration would enact new guidelines for women’s health to take effect on August 1, 2012. The guidelines are authorized by the Affordable Care Act (i.e., Health Care Law or as some have called it, “ObamaCare”) and are an example of the many vague holes in the law which give the Secretary of HHS the authority to issue new regulations. The specific mandate was that all new health insurance plans would have to provide free contraceptives without a deductible or co-pay.

The real firestorm came on January 20, when Mr. Obama announced that churches would be exempted from the requirement, but that faith-based non-profit organizations (e.g., Catholic Hospitals) would be required to provide employer insurance plans including free contraceptives.  Today we stand with an odd compromise where religious charities don’t have to pay for contraceptives—but the contraceptives must be offered to anyone who asks—at no charge to the religious organization.  This compromise leaves insurers not charging separately for the contraceptives (preventing a direct charge to religious organizations)  but having to pay for them—the cost being charged back to consumers in general.

This is the sort of chicanery that accompanies government intrusion into private affairs.

For the record, Freedom Forge Press is not against contraceptives, women, women’s health, religion, government, or insurance companies.  We do stand against the government pretending that it has the authority to create new rights.

Right: Choosing to buy and use (or choosing not to buy and use) birth control (and in a larger sense, health care in general)

Not a right: Free contraceptives (and in a larger sense, health care in general)

Let’s pause on the term “free” for a moment. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Cupid doesn’t go around shooting free birth control from his quiver. Someone or some company has to pay to research, produce, package, and transport them to a store. So when a government bureaucrat, Department Secretary, Congressman, or President says that birth control has to be offered “free” with no deductible or co-pay, insurers will either try to capture a birth control fairy, or raise their prices across the board to cover the prices they will have to pay for contraceptives without being able to charge co-pays or deductibles.

The media storm has blown the issue askew, presenting it as a question of women’s rights. Anyone siding with the Catholic Church is viewed as standing against women’s reproductive health. The truth is, this isn’t the issue at all. The issue that should be debated is not whether insurance providers must offer birth control free of charge, but whether the government has any right to make this mandate in the first place.

If you stand as part of the camp that cheers this sort of government intrusion into the private sector, consider this: the same government that has the power to grant the right to “free” contraceptives also has the power to revoke this right should public opinion change and even deny individuals the ability to have contraceptives.

The Winter is My Discontent by Val Muller

Growing up in Connecticut, I’ve had my fair share of winter. There were years when we had to shovel the yard—just to create a pathway to the woodpile. I always knew I hated snow. It’s just that when asked, I could never quite explain my reasoning.

When I moved to Pennsylvania, snow still tormented me. Once, while living in a small city, my car was plowed in under five feet of the white stuff. Even though the office was closed and I had nowhere to go, I awoke early to dig out my car. Everyone else was still inside enjoying the first of four snow days. But not me.

“Just relax,” everyone told me. “Winter is a slow time. A cozy time.” Indeed, even the local news was warning people against extraneous shoveling due to heart attack risk. “Have a cup of hot chocolate and come watch a movie marathon with us,” everyone said. “Leave your car for later. Besides, the plow will make a second pass, and that will make it easier to shovel.”

But I couldn’t. It wasn’t mere stir-crazy running through my veins and driving me to dig. There was an animal pacing inside me, breathing and snorting and waiting, an animal bothered by some terrible, oppressive force.

It was the lack of freedom.

Snowed in and living in a city, I was dependent on so many factors for my very survival. The grocery store was three miles away, an impossible walk in so much snow. The electric lines hung precariously under ancient, snow-laden branches. The hospital located only a mile down the street became a treacherous half-globe away, with city sidewalks still buried under freshly-packed snow from the plow. The snow had drastically reduced my freedoms, and it was that which nagged me.

Without cleared roads, a medical emergency could become a death sentence. Without cleared roads, a downed power line could become a survival situation. In the middle of a city, there aren’t forests to forage, nor animals to hunt or wood to chop. I was in Ralph Waldo Emerson’s nightmare. I was completely reliant on the city—a nonhuman, bureaucratic entity. And so I cleared my car so that at the very least, I had the freedom to move. And when my car had been cleared, those movie marathoners certainly had no qualms about asking for rides.

It occurred to me then just why I love spring and summer, and detest the winter.

It has to do with freedom.

Spring offers the ultimate opportunity for self-reliance. It is in the spring that we can choose to sow the seeds of a new garden. It is in the spring when the ground thaws. The narrow path from back door to woodpile has opened to encompass any other possibility—an open plain rather than a series of constricting coordinates. We can chart new paths in our own yard or move about and discover new ones beyond it. Our cars are parked unfettered, ready to drive off at a moment’s notice.

The winter, with her mounds of snow and frozen ground, confines us, forces us to rely on society and trust that we will be provided for. We sit around and wait for the plow. Or the utility company. Winter prevents us from acting for ourselves.

And that inability to act in order to make our own lives better—that lack of self-reliance—contradicts the very spirit of man.

It’s why we need something to occupy us when awaiting news from the doctor. It’s why we push ourselves harder each day at the gym or challenge ourselves to read more or tackle the most difficult of the Sudoku puzzles. It’s why I shoveled feet and feet of snow off my car despite having nowhere to go.

Man must be given the freedom to act in order to improve himself.

Freedom is the summer night during which we can sleep under the stars and make campfires and roast marshmallows and grill dinner—dinner we caught ourselves, if we so desire. It is the carefree summer days when we are given leave to go on an exotic vacation or tackle our pile of books-to-be-read or go back to school or write a novel or learn how to quilt. And what a wonderful life if summer were to last forever.

Nature provides us with enough winter, enough opportunities when we are forced to rely on others. We need not produce our own winter in the form of a government that encourages too much reliance on others. A government that tells me it knows what is best for me and my money. A government that would rather I wait for the snow plow than excavate my own car. A government that tells me if I work too hard, I deserve to pay more money for those who don’t—or that I should give those who chose not to dig out their own cars a ride to the store in my newly-shoveled car.

If you ask me, I’d take the soft chirping of crickets against the harsh scraping of a city plow any day.

About the Author:

VAL MULLER is a fiction writer and teacher living in Virginia.  Her first novel Corgi Capers: Deceit on Dorset Drive is a middle-grade mystery.  You can keep track of her at www.valmuller.com

February 14 Guest Blog

Submit an original blog post of approximately 850 words.  Theme should incorporate freedom and *sigh* LOVE (of course)!  General comments under “Blog/Guest Blog Entries” on our Submission Guidelines page will also be areas for consideration.  That’s it!  We’ve never been big on rules unless absolutely necessary, so have fun with it.  Your submission should be sent to freedomforgepress (at) gmail (dot) com with Subject: “February 14 Guest Blog Submission”.  Entries are due by 11:59pm EST Friday, February 10, 2012.

Winning entry will be posted to the website–at this time no financial payment is possible, but you will have full bragging rights that your posting will win the hearts of Valentine’s Day fans across the world!

When Life Gives You Lemons, Apply for a Permit

As a kid I played baseball for a company-sponsored baseball team in the spring.  During the games sno-cone, pretzel, or ice cream vendors would come by selling treats.  They were all very unorganized, very delicious, and very unregulated.  Somehow I and my fellow ball players and their families managed to survive season after season without a single case of food poisoning.  As it turns out, snack vendors prosper when they’re not killing off their customers or making them sick with contaminated products.

This sort of free-for-all in rural Pennsylvania in the late 1980s, with its raw, unpolished marketplace, with its lack of formal licensing, with its voluntary participation by vendor and customer, must have caused nightmares for a group of government officials in Multnoma County, Oregon.

You’ve heard of these guys, right?  This is the group of officials who threatened 7-year-old Julie Murphy with a $500 fine because she did not possess a $120 temporary restaurant license in order to operate a lemonade stand from which she hawked her lemonade at a price of 50 cents per cup.

Officials hid behind the classic “rules is rules” argument that I hear all too frequently these days.  The city was just trying to regulate health codes and can’t pick and choose when to enforce rules. One official was quoted as saying that they certainly understand the point of having a neighborhood event to raise revenue, but that the public health must come first.

Is the public so unable to fend for itself that its very safety is threatened by a 7-year old trying to sell lemonade?  The long arm of the law and its muscle must surely be flexed in order to protect an unsuspecting populace from the wiles of a business savvy 7 year old who no doubt intended to spread E coli throughout the community, one 50-cent cup of lemonade at a time.

The local government officials have a point.  The water in the lemonade might be contaminated.  The plastic cups are certainly not environmentally friendly if not recycled properly.  No doubt the stand must have caused some traffic pattern disturbances.  But freedom is not without its risks.  And voluntary participation is key.  If you fear your local lemonade stand proprietor, then your choice is simple: keep driving and don’t buy.  Mistakes in a free society can and do happen.  But mistakes are just that—mistakes.  They’re not opportunities to enact layer upon layer of regulation in a vain attempt to regulate away all of life’s risks in order to appease the interest group with key voter demographics or campaign cash.  Clearly a balance must exist between the right to pursue happiness by running a lemonade stand and the collectivist notion of “the greater good.”

That’s why Freedom Forge Press was created.  We’ll gather the stories like this from around the country (and world) and tell it like it is in an effort to promote maximum freedom and individual liberty as the birthright of all mankind.  These are not gifts of government but inherent rights we possess by being humans.  Governments exist to secure and protect rights—not to create them.  Think of the danger in this.  A government that creates and bestows rights to its citizens is a government that can surely take these same rights away.

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