Libertarianism

I heard a quote from David Boaz, the libertarian: A libertarian society would allow a socialist community to exist within it, but the reverse is not true. And that made me think of Hong Kong, a real-world test of the thesis.

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Power Lust

What a lust for power drives those self-styled humanitarians who yearn to impose their dream of a better society on the world. What an irony that they endlessly orate about the crimes they think are caused by free societies when the 20th Century is a horrific monument to the results of such “enlightened” good intentions. No robber baron could even dream of causing such pain and destruction. We must remember that those who would tear down institutions always end up creating new injustices to take their place.

The State

The government doesn’t make anything, except wars. It does provide services, which are paid for either by forcibly confiscating our wealth in taxes or by borrowing from other countries. But of course doesn’t it build roads, bridges, etc.? Well mostly it uses the money it collects from taxpayers to hire contractors to make these things. Of course the Army Corps of Engineers, a branch of government, builds things like the dikes that failed to protect New Orleans when hurricane Katrina hit.
But how about all the services it provides, like unemployment benefits? Yes, those are “paid for” by the same confiscations and borrowing, and the unemployment is provided by regulations and taxation, which suppress business investmentĀ that would have created jobs. And if the benefits are good enough people stop looking for work, so unemployment “insurance” ensures that there will be unemployment for many people.

Example of a real poem

When You Are Old

WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

William Butler Yeats