Why I love the free market

16 Feb


Take a look at the photograph above. What does it say to you?

I generally take such photographs for granted, but in many ways it is remarkable.

This photo was taken at 6am this morning, at London Heathrow’s Terminal 4. And what it says to me, in a strangely half-awake contemplative mode, is an incredible story.

From my home, thirty miles away, a man brought me here in a Mercedes automobile, a product of the free market, mostly at seventy miles per hour. And here I sit in a comfortable free market lounge awaiting a comfortable seat in a free market steel tube which will transport me at five hundred miles per hour, for six hours, to a distant desert land. While I await this remarkable journey, almost unimaginable just two hundred years ago, one of these free market providers voluntarily supplies me with liquid snacks to hydrate and energise my body.

Indeed, the only less than exciting parts of this terrific experience will be those two unpleasant interfaces with government, at either end of the process, as they strive to deliniate their mafia gang turf boundaries from other tax farming gangs, with security theatre and other paper-stamping nonsense.

I shut these experiences from my mind, trying to speak as little as possible, as I pass through these deeply unpleasant interfaces.

But aside from these completely unnecessary and tedious tax farming dances, I still love travelling.

A hundred years ago, this journey would have only been for a select few, perhaps a handful of British naval or civil service officials, and would have taken weeks in a slow steam boat.

Five hundred years ago, I would have been with the explorers Drake or Magellan. Two thousand years ago, it would have been a journey beyond the edge of imagination, with perhaps one or two Romans or Greeks a year making this dangerous voyage to the Erythraean Sea.

And yet now I do it as a regular commute. And my only problem is deciding whether I want still or fizzy water.

I love the free market.

I wonder what brand of Pinot Noir they’ll have on the plane?

One Response to “Why I love the free market”

  1. Peter February 16, 2013 at 9:43 am #

    Jeffrey Tucker recently posted this on his FB page:

    ” I just spent 7 hours in a DMV for a stupid government document and ended up not getting it. These people produce NOTHING of value and STILL can’t provide it. I took a break and went to McDs where they were thrilled to see me and gave me glorious fish (the real stuff and it is GREAT and I didn’t have to do anything to get it) for $1 and I was in and out in 4 mins. Food, and it cost $1! The whole history of humanity has basically consisted of the great struggle of getting stuff to eat day to day. That alone defines 99.999% of the human experience. The market has solved it and how! Meanwhile, the state can’t even get me one idiotic document without the most insane bureaucratic whatever. Government consists of idiots spinning in circles making us do stupid things and then stealing from us, making us suffer, and killing us if we resist. Then, what do we hear the Prez of the “land of the free” extol in his state of the union? The notion that government should run all things. This is all a measure of how insane and mixed up the world is. Why do I celebrate McDs? Because the sector that gave rise to McDs will SAVE THE WORLD. The sector that gives us drivers licenses will DESTROY THE WORLD. That is a hugely important difference, and it is why I am an anarchist. A world of anarchism would be world with infinite McDs for even cheaper plus everything else people want essentially without limit. The world run by the state is the prison, the gulag, internment camp, the concentration camp, drones, poverty, and death. So, please, understand the significance of McFish. It is a tiny thing that embeds a big idea. Society can feed itself and save itself — flourish and be amazing — provided we don’t have to deal with the thugs, bureaucrats, killers, and parasites that this institution called the state creates. In that tiny McFish, we see the hope of humanity, the dream of all of history, the only promise for a future of human happiness and progress.”

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