The State Tells You Who You Can and Cannot Talk To

And, prevents you from advancing your career:

BATON ROUGE, La. (AP) -An assistant strength coach for LSU was arrested and accused of violating state law by inviting student athletes to his home to meet a sports agent and suggesting the agent should represent the athletes, LSU police said Tuesday.

Travelle Ernest Gaines, 26, of Port Allen, surrendered to university police and was booked into East Baton Rouge Parish prison, the university said in a statement.

The Grave Crimes of Wal-Mart

Wal-Mart is akin to McDonald’s. It is apotheosis of everything wrong with America. Entering the maw of a Wal-Mart is creepy. Any normal person over the age of 40 viscerally feels, as the cornucopia of junk and tatterdemalion illegal immigrants who shop there deluge his eyes, that something is horribly wrong beneath the garish consumerism and materialism. Well, something is wrong. The company knows no loyalty... Wal-Mart is subsidizing the destruction of America. Libertarians and so-called conservatives support the endeavor.

Man vs. the Welfare State

Henry Hazlitt explains why politicians who promise salvation through government are dangerous: “politicians and governments have been promising the voters that they could not only bring perpetual full employment, prosperity, and ‘economic growth,’ but solve the age-old problem of poverty overnight. And the end result is not merely that accomplishment has fallen far short of promises, but that the attempt to fulfill the promises has brought an enormous increase in government spending, an enormous increase in the burden of taxes, chronic deficits, chronic inflation, and a constant loss in the buying power of the people’s earnings and savings. ‘Social Security’ has brought an ominous increase in social insecurity.”

Crime and Punishment, 2006 style

Me and my friend, Herb, were having a few yeasty libations the other night at the malt shop. As we drained our last mug, here comes the waitress bearing down on our table with that small, but ominous piece of paper that must be indented with a viable credit card. Herb looked at me with zero-round eyes, the same shape as his bank account.

“Uh, Herb, I’d love the privilege, but didn’t I treat last time?”

”Yeah, but what’s love or last time got to do with it?” This was outright illogical - even for Herb.

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