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Tuesday, October 1, 1991

Book Review: Parliament Of Whores: A Lone Humorist Attempts To Explain The Entire U.S. Government by P. J. ORourke


The Atlantic Monthly Press, 19 Union Square West, New York, NY 10003 • 1991 • 255 pages • $19.95 cloth

      I never lack material for my humor column when Congress is in session . . . . [For] every time Congress makes a joke, it’s a law. and every time they make a law, it’s a joke.

—Will Rogers

Meet P. J. O’Rourke, the White House correspondent for Rolling Stone magazine and a reincarnated if earthier Will Rogers.

O’Rourke holds that giving money and power to government is like giving whiskey and car keys to teenage boys, that a little government and a little luck are necessary in life but only a fool trusts either of them, that the mystery of government is not how Washington works but how to make it stop, that every government is a parliament of whores, but—and what a but this is—that in a democracy such as ours the whores are us.

Or take the author’s contention that he is first, last, and always a conservative. How so? Well, he says, conservatism relies on personal responsibility and private liberty. It is an ideology of, by, and for the individual. A conservative, you see, takes his fellows one by one. The modern-day liberal, on the other hand, plays to the crowd. But crowds, says

O’Rourke echoing Mackay, Le Bon, and Ortega y Gasset, “are noisy, unreasonable, and impatient. They can trample you easier than a single person can.”

Or how about this iconoclast’s theory that God is a Republican and Santa Claus is a Democrat? God, explains O’Rourke, is a stern fellow, patriarchal rather than paternal. God holds men strictly accountable for their actions. God is difficult. He is demanding. He is unsentimental, and so it is “very hard to get into God’s heavenly country club.”

Santa Claus is different. He’s cute. Huggable. Always jolly. Ho-ho-ho! Loves children, animals, and the environment. Sure, he may know who’s been naughty and who’s been nice, but he never does anything about it. He’s fatuously generous to the poor and indeed to everyone else without giving a fig about the cost or any quid pro quo. Generous to a fault. Hence, maintains O’Rourke, keenly aware of the law of no free lunch, Santa Claus is preferable to God in every way but one: “There is no such thing as Santa Claus.”

Our White House correspondent has fun with high school civics texts, which are about as close to reality as Santa Claus. He chooses the current Harcourt Brace Jovanovich book, American Civics, one of America’s most widely used texts. The book includes standard chapter headings such as “Our Federal Court System” and “How a Bill Becomes a Law.”

But American Civics, short on politics’ naked jungle law of seizure, short on Machiavellian manipulation à la the Keating Five, i.e., short on what makes the real Washington tick, is a droner, mechanistic, bland, a yawn, despite its pictures in color instead of black and white and despite its insertion of boxed items such as:

“Can You Guess?

“One of our Presidents had a serious physical handicap. Who was he? Answer is on page 578.”

O’Rourke also has fun with the 1991 Federal budget. According to the budget proposal originally submitted to the Congress in February 1990 by President Bush’s Budget Director Richard Darman, it contains some 190,000 accounts. Mr. Darman explained that if a concerned Congressman spent but one minute perusing each one of these accounts, at eight hours a day, it would take more than a year to study the budget.

That’s bad enough. But by the time the budget emerged from interminable hearings and “Budget Summits” and was billed as the “final budget compromise,” it contained a whopper of a tax increase notwithstanding the pledge of President Bush (“read my lips”) of no new taxes. Further, it landed on the House floor at 6:58 A.M. on Saturday, October 27, 1990, during what was called “a Congressional sleep-over.”

By then the revised and revised budget had grown fatter by more than 1,000 pages of legislation—a pile of paper 10 inches thick, weighing 24 pounds, entailing outlays of $1.23 trillion, and, according to O’Rourke: “Nobody knew what it contained. No one, not one single person in the entire United States had read this document.” Nor was anybody able to, there being but a single copy for the entire House, or inclined to, with the Congressional election little more than a week away.

Other targets of the O’Rourke cannon include the National Conventions (with equal fire on Bush and Dukakis), the State Department, Defense, Agriculture, Health and Human Services, Social Security, Environmental Protection Agency, and the Office of National Drug Control Policy (headquarters of the Drug Czar whose War on Drugs, according to the author, is a lost cause). In any event, whores all over the place.

O’Rourke winds up his work on scoundrelism by switching to the story of democracy in the little town where he lives in New Hampshire. There he relates how the townspeople found themselves obligated to spend $6.2 million inasmuch as Congress had passed the Safe Drinking Water Act of 1982 mandating that all water drawn from surface sources must be filtered and chlorinated whether necessary or not.

But he also finds his fellow townspeople playing the same coercive game by attempting to deny a local property owner the right to develop his property into a golf course and condo complex. The townspeople’s attempt was, in O’Rourke’s opinion, “wanton, cheap, and greedy—a sluttish thing.”

Look, says the author, no longer so amused, “We were going to use our suffrage to steal a fellow citizen’s property rights. We weren’t even going to take the manly risk of holding him up at gunpoint.” He then comes up with the blockbuster idea that government is morally wrong. He argues that authority has always attracted the lowest elements in the human race, that all through history mankind has been “bullied by scum.”

(Here he seems to go beyond thinkers from Aristotle to Mises who held that government, while very much subject to abuse, is still an institution requisite to civilization.)

A perhaps unfunny ending to a funny book, but is it any unfunnier—or funnier—than government in America today?

Dr. Peterson, Heritage Foundation adjunct scholar, holds the Lundy Chair of Business Philosophy at Campbell University, Buies Creek, North Carolina.


  • William H. Peterson (1921-2012) was an economist, businessman and author who wrote extensively on Austrian Economics. He completed his PhD at New York University in 1952 under the supervision of Ludwig von Mises.