Why I Signed The Michael Savage Petition
By Pirate Joe
21 November, 2009

    It wasn’t easy. It was one of those times when you find that you need to peel back the layers and probe the depths of your core beliefs. Although I didn’t know it when I first heard his (Savage’s) rants about being disallowed from entering England, I was about to discover just how liberal I was; or indeed if I was truly a liberal at all.
    Free speech. Two small words that combine to make one of the biggest phrases mankind has ever written, and one of the primary guarantees  that set this country so far above the rest. It is also one of the core values of liberalism that I learned one day (somewhere between childhood and adolescence) when I heard the phrase: “I may not agree with what you say, but I’ll defend your right to say it”. I remember a feeling of satisfaction upon hearing something that made such perfect sense to me articulated.
    I agree with about .002% of what Mr. Savage says on his show, and 80% of it makes me sick. The rest is a murky signpost pointing back to the Dark Ages.
    It’s easy and yes, laudable to carry the banner of free speech  (and) rase your voice in noble protest when it’s one of your political comrades getting the gag. Yet however good it feels, it is no stress test of your philosophical conviction: “when I agree with what you say, I’ll defend your right to say it” is tantamount to standing for nothing at all. Freedom of speech cannot be selectively applied: either everyone is free to speak or no one truly is.   
    Therein lies the test: can you stand on your beliefs and carry that banner when it doesn’t feel good? I did it, and I’m glad that I did. In so doing, I reconnected with my core beliefs, and lent my name to the defence of the principle that the Founding Fathers thought enough of to make the first amendment.
    Do I think that Mr. Savage would do the same for me? In a word, no.