(Sometimes "Glibbertarian") From GLIB + libERTARIAN. A well-off or self-made individual who offers easy nostrums for complicated social and economic problems, usually centered around such premises as "A government program never helped anyone," or "Government is the cause of, not the answer to, America's problems."
A glibertarian response is frequently preceded by "Oh, just let this happen" or "Oh, all we need to do is . . . " Sometimes these statements elucidate libertarian principles, if a bit superficially, but more often invoke knee-jerk responses that offer snappy, painless solutions from anything but government.
"We have to get manufacturing back into this country."
"Oh, just let the magic of the market take care of that."
"What are we to do about illegal immigration?"
"Oh, all we need to do is get these folks onto a market-driven salary and off all these government programs like public schools and health care."
sarcastically: "Where on earth did you get all these wonderful solutions?"
"Oh, I'm a self-made man."
Original speaker sotto voce "A Glibertarian worships his own maker."
A glibertarian is literally a glib, i.e. unserious, libertarian, which is redundant, as libertarians are, fundamentally, anarchists. Individuals who self-identify as "glibertarians" are akin to the Trumpists who proudly call themselves "deplorables." In fact, most glibertarians are aligned not with the political left but with the lawless, Trumpist right. Glibertarians have largely abandoned standard libertarianism for a more radical and extremist far-right ideology with Trump as their standard-bearer.
Glibertarians have a strong love of liberty and don’t fit well in the usual Left-Right political and social dichotomy. Our philosophies range from anarcho-capitalism to established mixed economies. Some of us believe in completely open borders and some don’t. We have pro-lifers sharing space with pro-choicers. Religious rubbing elbows with atheists. In other words, we have no consistent, objective philosophy. We're glib!
when you're holding up your phone and making faces at it, as though you are taking a selfie, but you're really taking a picture of the person across from you or the wall or anything else that seems interesting but you don't want to be caught dead taking a picture of.
This action is often made more convincing by wiggling the eyebrows or opening the mouth, to pretend you're trying to get a Snapchat filter to work.
FRIEND A: "Did you just take a stealthie of me?"
FRIEND B (turning phone around): "no I was just using snapchat's new filter, see?"
The grindset is a contemporary ideology of self-exploitation disguised as strength, deeply tied to the aesthetics of the “sigma male” and to new digital forms of patriarchy. It promotes the idea that human worth depends on productivity, economic success, absolute emotional control, and the ability to work endlessly, turning vulnerability, rest, community, and tenderness into signs of weakness. Beneath its rhetoric of discipline and power often lies a profound inability to relate healthily to pain, fragility, and human interdependence.
“That’s the grindset, brother. While weak men sleep and complain, sigma males stay disciplined, work in silence, suppress emotions, and build power while everyone else wastes time chasing comfort.”