May the Invisible Hand bless Austrian-schoolers & their laughably unearned hubris. In 20141 Hunter Lewis @ the redundantly-named Against Crony Capitalism proved he had his finger on the pulse on economics by revealing the communistic secret Keynesians have been hiding from us in their dark-gray submarines: they used the “D” word. That word is not, […]
Ha, ha, ha. Look @ this letter they got from an anonymous writer: Dear Experts, I’m starting to think that all of you Career Experts are a bunch of liars. I’ve been out of work for 8 months. I’ve read tons of articles, tried all the advice given and I STILL am unemployed. Is this […]
Accompanying music. You’ve been passing round my ears since I was in kindergarten, always growling soothing cheers in your warblin’ Martian garblin’. What’s the song you sing today? Not the same as years ago, though all share the calming waves, many single-showing shows. Who are you under those hoods? On to work or buying goods? […]
We’ve had a lot o’ fun reading the scriptures from the churches o’ Mises, so I thought it’d be fun if we took a break & looked @ the other main laissez-faire libertarian denomination, the churches o’ the US founding fathers. Today we’re reading Think Tank #4296, 10th Amendment Center’s, article, “Communists and Founding Fathers […]
I thirst for autumnal rain that tastes o’ English Breakfast Tea. There was none, so I returned to my sand castle under the sea. I returned tomorrow, but they only had summer sunshine that tasted o’ Sunny D, which was all right in itself, I s’pose. But I still wanted that rain. & then they […]
In bubbling magmamy flaky flesh melts like snow:summer inferno.
Accompanying music. Is it gray or is it blue? Leaves between both black & green. Sunny’s shift is ending soon. Zephyrs scurry up my sleeve. Feel a tingling in my chest. Minutes pass without a thing. Papers lying with the rest. I just want to catch the seas. Now I see some purple there. Still […]
Now it’s time we tuned back to those classic tunes ‘bout the moon-a in the June-a in the afternoon; & we don’t need no modern-fangled feats o’ olden tricks, like meter, rhymes, & feet; we don’t need to throw chi or respond these pictures o’ stars that aren’t stars but whatever-the-something put into jars. There […]
«♫ Scuttling crabs & gulping clams, blood runs in all grains o’ sa—♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa… Not so quick, slick… Ha, ha, you didn’t think you were expected here, ¿did you? Not when you’re like that— no, don’t think we didn’t notice that. We did. Look, I’m sure there are plenty o’ places for that… […]
I can’t hate your flapping mouth, iron pelican; I care nothing ‘bout their slander, ‘bout stereotypes: I’ll scrub you fair. ¡But I did clean your bathroom! ¡How rude! (Laugh track’s stabbed your back, my man.) «You can’t scrub the rust from rust; dust shall always stick to dust.» Gray-brown seaweed clings my hands & drags […]
