People sometimes ask me, “Hey, didn’t you use to be a Libertarian? What happened with that?” (Okay, nobody asks me that. Anybody who knows I once subscribed to Libertarian principles is probably unaware I’ve changed. So I should probably say: I no longer consider myself a Libertarian, but a Liberal, albeit with certain caveats, such as the fact that I think people should still be allowed to pack heat.)
This article taking Governor Palin to task on cap-and-trade doesn’t really have much to do with Libertarianism, except for one excerpt:
My decision to drive creates traffic that imposes a cost on society. A company’s decision to fish in the ocean imposes a cost on the world’s common stock of fisheries. A banker’s decision to take on a huge amount of risk creates danger for the economy as a whole. The problem is that none of these private actors adequately bears the cost of their decisions.
(Italics mine.)
The short version of why I no longer consider myself to be Libertarian is that “Every man for himself” doesn’t seem like particularly good public policy.
A couple questions surprised me! I did get one lucky guess.
Why am I posting pointless stuff? Because as busy as yesterday was, today is even crazier. Look forward to more dreck from matthearn.com!
(Oops: forgot the tip-o-teh-hatz0rz to the Honest Hypocrite, who got the same quiz score as I and is therefore my equal in Moe Szyslak knowledge.)
Things are insanely busy at the moment; I’m working from home while a guy repairs our HVAC system which had asplode. In the meantime, here is a picture of pretty ladies.
Here’s something scary, for those of us who steadfastly refuse to name our children to match the current lame trends.
A study by David Kalist (also registered at IDEAS) and Daniel Lee of Shippensburg University seems to indicate that unusual or uncommon names are correlated with increases in juvenile delinquency.
Eek. I ain’t wanna be visitin’ my kids in Juvie, yo! There’s even a graph:
“Josephine” was only the 208th most popular girl name last year! I’m in trouble. Charles was 63rd; maybe he’ll keep her out of trouble.
Today’s another crazy day (again, details to come later), so posting may be a bit spare; let’s start the day the way I always should but for various technical and legal reasons cannot: with Mr. Carlos Ray Norris.
You know what’s messed up? Chucky up there is nearly 70 years old. I was like whaaaaaaaaaaa?
Man, I like guns. And I certainly enjoy watermelon. But I…I just don’t know. (AwkwardFamilyPhotos.com)
You a sports fan? A real sports fan? Then here are some links for you, real sports fan.
- Pietersen! Ponting! It’s The Ashes on CricInfo.com!
- If you enjoy riding at 50mph down a hill on a bicycle with tires the width of an orangutan’s schlong, le Tour de France (link goes to English page) is for you. The race is great; if you want to go, but can’t afford to, just make your way there and then sell a couple of pints of blood to the racers. Result!
The past couple days have been insane; details about that to come later. Meanwhile, hilarity!
Parable of the Lost Keys
This is just acres and acres of WIN. Bad Michael Jackson Tattoos. Great example:
