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Speaking of the counter-culture

Per my latest entry, have a little bit of Hendrix:


Modern origins of Libertarianism

Brink Lindsey of Reason magazine talks about the interesting mix of the youth rebellion and later conservative resurgence gave birth to libertarianism as we know it.

While I disagree libertarianism draws itself just from the two movements, it’s still a good piece of history.

Lindsey keenly notes that the two ideologies are mystical: the drug counter-culture vs. ‘born-again’ Christianity; the latter arriving as the same pendulum swang backwards; one form of (irrational) mysticism replaced by another. I wonder if we can see another kind of revolution, this time of the rational kind.

Read and then post your thoughts:
The Aquarians and the Evangelicals
How left-wing hippies and right-wing fundamentalists created a libertarian America. 

In conclusion, can rationalists create a mythology of their own? 

I want my money back

What constitutes fraud, if not a service that does not deliver, and so spectacularly like social security:

22 June 2007

Ms. Clara Perez

Dear Ms. Perez:

Thanks for your e-mail alerting me to Presidential-hopeful John Edwards’s proposal to create “a regulatory commission to protect consumers from dangerous financial products.”

If such a commission does its job, I suggest that the first dangerous financial product that it attacks be Social Security. Not only are Social Security’s returns lousy; not only are its “customers” never vested their “contributions”; not only does the institution providing it have no sound plan to keep it solvent; not only does this institution intentionally mislead its clients about its insolvency (witness its discussions of the illusory “trust fund”) – but its “customers” are forced to buy it. That is a dangerous financial product!


Donald J. Boudreaux

George Mason University

Found on Cafe Hayek.

Radiohead – Wolf at the door

Stone Sour – Omega

What a skeletal wreck of a man this is

Translucent flesh and feeble bones

The kind of temple where the whores and villians try to tempt the holistic tones

Running rampant with free thought to free form the free and clear

And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, NOW

We all have a little sin that needs venting, virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems ripped from the branches of office do you know what your post entails?

Do you serve a purpose or purposely serve?

Wind down inside your adivistic allure, the value of a summer spent and a winter earned

For the rest of us there is always sunday

The day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breath so we can wade naked into the bloody pool and place our hand on the big black book

To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers

A vacation is a countdown

T minus your life and counting

Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste


I could go on and on but let’s move on shall we?

Say, you’re me and I’m you and they all watch the things we do and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs haven’t felt like this in years the great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse

Let me go and plunge me into the dead spot again

That’s where you go when theres no one else around it’s just you and there was never anyone to begin with now was there?

Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger


Government is another way to say better, than, you!

It’s like ice but no pick a murder charge that won’t stick its like a whole other world where you can smell the food

But you can’t touch the silverware

*laughs* What luck!

Facism you can vote for

*snorts* Isn’t that sweet

And were all gonna die someday ’cause that’s the american way and I’ve drunk too much and said too little when you’re gaffer taped in the middle say a prayer save face get yourself together and (*sung in the background* SEE WHAT’S HAPPENING!) SHUT UP! (*background* FUCK YOU!) FUCK YOU!

I’m sorry I could go on and on but its time to move on so

Remember, your a wreck an accident

Forget the freak your just nature

Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean

Shit, snort and blaspheme let the heads cool and the engine run because in the end everything we do, is just everything we’ve done.

Do Buy!

Part one

Part two

Part three


The socialists’ love affair with war


A socialist cannot honestly oppose war, as always a time the state grows, bureaucracy develops and people acquiesce under the flag waving. A great time to push forward your own collectivist agenda.

As Murray Rothbard shows in this extensive article, there is no shortage of ideas of what to do with the tool that the state and its extension — war — can be used for.

The article traces back the roots of American socialism, down from puritannical Protestantism, to the Temperance movement and the Prohibition, to more recent times. A tale of religion, sex and other nice details that you won’t want to miss out on.