Objectivist country.

[J.S. McGowan]

Could there be a future with a country built on Objectivism... could all us Objectivists not pool our resources and buy an island or something?

[jts]

Could there be a future with a country built on Objectivism... could all us Objectivists not pool our resources and buy an island or something?

The country would need a Constitution. Maybe making an Objectivist Constitution would be a good project. What changes would you make to the USA Constitution? No taxes; government would be financed by voluntary donations only. No departments except police, judicial, military, and maybe treasury.

The Constitution should have teeth in it; violation of it is a crime, perhaps calling for the death penalty. Death penalty, why not; a violation of the Constitution is like an act of war against the country.

Maybe the country could start in a small place such as an Indian Reservation.

[Selene]

Could there be a future with a country built on Objectivism... could all us Objectivists not pool our resources and buy an island or something?

Jacob:

There have been several attempts at your idea. The most recent was started in 2011, by Peter Thiel:

Seasteading: Galt’s Gulch for a new century?

By: Al Lorenz, Lake Chelan Real Estate, Post Archive, RSS Feed

Posted: Tuesday, August 16th, 2011, 4:56 pm MST

Category: Egoism in Action,Flourishing,Real Estate

If Galt’s Gulch is going to exist in this century, might it be called Seasteading?

Peter Thiel has given $1.25 million to an initiative to create floating libertarian countries in international waters, according to a profile of the billionaire in Details magazine.

Thiel has been a big backer of the Seasteading Institute, which seeks to build sovereign nations on oil rig-like platforms to occupy waters beyond the reach of law-of-the-sea treaties. The idea is for these countries to start from scratch–free from the laws, regulations, and moral codes of any existing place. Details says the experiment would be “a kind of floating petri dish for implementing policies that libertarians, stymied by indifference at the voting booths, have been unable to advance: no welfare, looser building codes, no minimum wage, and few restrictions on weapons.” –

Yahoo.com

A floating haven for Libertarians. It sounds like freedom. I wonder where they could find real estate expertise for such a venture?

Galt’s Gulch had one big advantage over Seasteading, it was beyond detection of government.

[blackhorse]

The new Constitution could be something similar to this updated and objectivist oriented one based on the current U.S. Constitution.

http://wiki.objectivismonline.net/New_constitution

[jts]

The new Constitution could be something similar to this updated and objectivist oriented one based on the current U.S. Constitution.

http://wiki.objectiv...ew_constitution

Comments on article 1:

Section 8, clause 1:

Point 1: If government can be in the lottery business, then why not in all businesses? Then we have socialism.

Point 2: This idea of government being in the lottery business is perhaps a desperate attempt by those who believe voluntary donations would not be enough. But if voluntary donations are not enough, I see that as a good thing. Government shapes up or shuts down. Let government fear and tremble at the prospect of voluntary donations being cut off. I have no sympathy for any government that folds due to lack of voluntary donations.

Section 8, clause 2:

Is questionable. Allowing government to borrow money might be risky. We have seen what happens when government borrows money. Government should live by the principle: If your outgo exceeds your income, then your upkeep will be your downfall.

There doesn't seem to be any good reason for government to ever borrow money.

Section 9, clause 10 (should be added):

Government shall not license professions.

Section 10, clause 2:

Either a typo or a spelling mistake. The word "it's", with the apostrophe, is a contraction for "it is". The possessive form is "its", without the apostrophe. The Constitution should be written without any typos and without any spelling mistakes.

[jts]

The new Constitution could be something similar to this updated and objectivist oriented one based on the current U.S. Constitution.

http://wiki.objectiv...ew_constitution

Article 2:

Section 1, clause 9:

Clause 9: The President shall be obliged to veto any bill and negate any law which is in violation of this Constitution. (enabling clause for clause 8)

If he does not, then he is in violation of the oath that he took to uphold the Constitution, and his presidency is terminated, effective immediately. If he does not step down, he is a tyrant and he gets the death penalty.

[jts]

The new Constitution could be something similar to this updated and objectivist oriented one based on the current U.S. Constitution.

http://wiki.objectiv...ew_constitution

Article 3:

Section 3, clause 1:

I don't see why violation of the Constitution by the prez should not count as treason or something like.

[william.scherk]

I will admit I do not comment on every thread in town. But I do eventually get around to dipping in each one. At first, I thought things were calm in this thread. I saw the reads tick up in a stately modest fashion, neither abandoned like the newest lint in the navel thread nor grinding on like goldmine threads started years ago.

I saw a consistent growth in numbers; if not a year-long monstrosity like J Neil Schulman and the Ark thread, this one could be big, be a consistent payer once MSK drags us all behind his paywall, as we enter the Objective Universe Meta-site and Communication Forecasting Bulletins future. **

So, there I watched another quiet money-maker, a sleeper, another thread set to be ticking over like a taxi meter. I went back to my Syria obsession*+*. To know that a thread like Objectivist County could come up only on OL. As it marked novice thread signs of longevity, I marvelled at my own imaginings of an Objectivist County without reading anything of the thread. I knew everyone was in there. I mused on my Michael Marotta. He would likely be running for judge or security consultant or registry or peace officer or all three. I knew George was in there agitating for some terra nullius, some free quarter in some desolate corner where the new law would be negotiated among free men over time, starting from scratch. Not a retreat or a FLDS-like compound of seclusion or internal patrol, for sure, but what free men freely understood to be the simplest civil society, the free-wheeling do whatchawantawithoutcoercion edge of the sky. From South Africa tough counsel on bantustan thinking, from Australia a meticulous history of secular free-thought communities and their decline. From the ineffable and beautiful elder Boydstun another stunning document of previous sage opinions on autonomy and utopia. From the grave I there crawls Janet, and her concept of Block Autonomy, a real-estate-centred rooming-house|condo|bawdy house network of free property freely used. No word from Diana Hsieh or the moral-detectives at Invigilation House, but ...

I could well imagine the kinds of county charters being proposed and bitched about, the cold-hearted proposals, the mytho-poetic Here and Now we can rule microstate of mind fantasized about by Galtzgulch. Ron Paul would live here in the summer. The county would establish rational relations with other layers and institutions of authority. It would not recognize nationality or passports or have anything to say about orgies or devotions or 72 fire dancers in the canyon, and it might not even have a strip mall office, arranging its puny affairs at the bar of the most ecumenical tavern in County Seat Town. There would be dirt roads and kids on trikes and an abandoned rail line to the abandoned mine and a vista of stripped hillsides pitted with slag, chimneys and smokestacks sparkling in the spring sun ...

There at the bar is Ghs, and at the hockey table Carol, Dennis, Ninth, Jonathan, Xray, Adam, Tony, PDS, along with at least three of the actors from Atlas Shrugged 3 Part 3D Saga diamond edition.

Although the shouting has subsided for a moment, there is a persistent quiet intellectual scuffle going on near the pool table, where the ghost of Steve and the divine presense of JNS coexist in mutters, creaks, clinks and tight vowels. Nearby, a stupefied WSS, alone in the smoker's room but for the hissing oxygen tank in his backpack, also muttering, but to his Bambuser live audience as he comes to the end of his Friday noon live show.

MSK swabs the bar, saying nothing, as usual, smiling, as usual, turning to smooch Kat as she comes through to take the moneybags stuffed with county silver off to their hoard at the Juveniles and Horses ranch high in the mountains.

Our banker snoozes by a screen of county news and chatter being broadcast live from the other top tavern's smoking booth, but this time WSS's competition we can see he has his usual audience of shouty lunchers. A shout from the hockey table. A final kiss for Kat and WSS shouts at his tablet's webcam, Ghs rounds up his team for the afternoon's labours, we hear the hiss of the county shuttle jitney brakes as it heads out.

MSK laughs, looks around, laughs again and suddenly shouts, "The next FIFTY drinks are on the house!" We hear an answering shout from the hockey table, and a "Do not fuck with benevolence, losers, come here and I will buy you ANOTHER fifty drinks!" roars WSS to his tablet. Another jitney hisses in and it becomes obvious the Ladies are back from their expedition from a great trundling of the boards on the veranda. Kat comes back in laughing, crossing to the safe with the sacks as a great shout and tumult erupts. MSK flicks on the party lights and the happy-hour Fountain of Goodness. Carol and the actors shout at the the sudden thumping intro of HNIK, and the beer guns begin to shoot. You can almost imagine you can hear corresponding shooting, shouts, hisses, dares and exuberant gouts of laughter from one end of town to another, far beyond the buzz and clatter of Tavern Row.

(Added:)

Somehow, even though departed in MSK's newest jumbo 4X4 truck for the ranch, Ghs's tapping and muttering, his silent shouts and commands, communiques, and adminstrative memos, ringing out to rest of the world (except for Belarus, Cuba, Democratic Peoples Republic of Korea, Syria, Iran, Venezuela, Russia, China) live from Free County, were the loudest sound in the room, the quiet persistent fingers pounding County themes to the world, the oxygen tank hissing in strange concert of reply to WSS, who had funded construction of the wink wink Smoking Agora during the protracted Final until the next one Break between him and rancher-philosopher Ghs. Although Ghs had clearly crushed WSS in the dispute, WSS refused for a second month to speak to Ghs directly, instead addressing him in curious televised diatribes marked by oddbin diacrits and copious, possibly delusional *(&)* footnotes and URLs.

Ghs, besides his work as Chief Executive, County Clerk, Registrar, Registry Agent, Gunsafe Locker Administrator, Emergency Broadcast Facilitator. Secretary of State, Permanent Representative to the United Nations, Senior Moderator of the Polar Council's 2013NOW 'loya gurja' at Moe's Party Palace And Car Wash, finds time to keep everything rolling right along at Orphan and Dog Pound agencies tri-county Crisis Committee.

Since The Flood destroyed his previous rancher, he has lived with WSS and their wives Norma, Jean, and Bette at WSS's lavish 'Refugee Centre' at Doom Prairie ...

*****************************************************************

-- speaking of exhuberance, please forgive the sprawl. Sometimes, especially after great laughter and six quite small really cups of coffee, as I am settled to review proceedings at OL, all other obsessive chores accomplished, it just taps itself out. Today I had to publish a very angry communication and this was here above, apparently, an antidote, free range mad turkey. Thank gawd I have never even been looked at with the suggestion I might have to put my money back in my pocket and fuck off from this bar, put my gun in the gunsafe, or that I would ever be here hobbled by constraints of any but my own moral vertebra.

-- in other worlds of opinion I speak out in, respect is too often measured in spittle on the floor. Thus, this gush. )

__________________

**

*'*

Edited April 25, 2012 by william.scherk

[studiodekadent]

An Objectivist country would be very difficult to establish. For one, you'd need enough Objectivists. For two, what about if someone "lapses" in their Objectivism? Do they get kicked out? What if they own property?

If individual rights are ultimately grounded in facts about the human condition, then everyone has them, including non-Objectivists. So non-Objectivists would have to be let into an Objectivist nation. This might in fact end up resulting in an Objectivist government being overthrown.

Another point, what would be necessary for a country to be Objectivist in the first place? Given how many Objectivists keep having disputes over the "proper" Objectivist conclusions, I don't think there's any chance of building a sufficient level of consensus to establish an Objectivist nation.

Even in the field of politics alone there's plenty of disagreement. Rand herself was an Ultraminimal Statist (like Nozick), but most Objectivists are Misesian Minarchists. Some are Hayekian Minarchists (I fit in this category). There are even some that agree with all the metaphysics/epistemology/ethics but think Free Market Anarchy would be the best solution.

Additionally, Rand didn't even touch Philosophy of Law. Constitutional design is a very complex topic, and it has to be informed by things other than philosophical principles (i.e. practical methods to structure an institution so that it is sustainable and not easily manipulated).

Given the complex nature of institutional design, it is quite possible there are multiple potential institutional structures that could be at least plausibly argued to be consistent with the essentials of Objectivism.

[bmacwilliam]

Or.....

The most obvious problem being that you'd need a pre-existing country of 'parents' in order to have enough basements for the Objectivists to move into...

Bob

[Brant Gaede]

We can say the United States is a country full of Americans or an American country, but America is a conglomeration of lived-in ideas, cultural and intellectual, not a mere philosophy. Objectivism is so short of that--go away and come back in a few hundred years--it's hardly worth thinking about.

--Brant

[anthony]

Or..... The most obvious problem being that you'd need a pre-existing country of 'parents' in order to have enough basements for the Objectivists to move into... Bob

Haha: very good! I like it.

You belong on a stage.

(Now, now - who said "The next one out of town?" not me...)

0)

[william.scherk]

Brant, I feel like I already live part-time in an objectivish county.

Think big. Start small. Bicker bicker bicker.

In the meantime, the many many tents and booths at the carnival, from the Good Mrs Doctor Doctor's Magic Turnip Lotion to the Unchecked Moralist. As I think you might be trying to say, "Who's buying?" ...

My fave carnival attractions? The pillory, the stocks, the Fun House and the House of Horrors.

Edited April 25, 2012 by william.scherk

[Michael Stuart Kelly]

I feel like I already live part-time in an objectivish county.

Think big. Start small. Bicker bicker bicker.

That is poetry.

Michael

[caroljane]

I will admit I do not comment on every thread in town. But I do eventually get around to dipping in each one. At first, I thought things were calm in this thread. I saw the reads tick up in a stately modest fashion, neither abandoned like the newest lint in the navel thread nor grinding on like goldmine threads started years ago.

I saw a consistent growth in numbers; if not a year-long monstrosity like J Neil Schulman and the Ark thread, this one could be big, be a consistent payer once MSK drags us all behind his paywall, as we enter the Objective Universe Meta-site and Communication Forecasting Bulletins future. **

So, there I watched another quiet money-maker, a sleeper, another thread set to be ticking over like a taxi meter. I went back to my Syria obsession*+*. To know that a thread like Objectivist County could come up only on OL. As it marked novice thread signs of longevity, I marvelled at my own imaginings of an Objectivist County without reading anything of the thread. I knew everyone was in there. I mused on my Michael Marotta. He would likely be running for judge or security consultant or registry or peace officer or all three. I knew George was in there agitating for some terra nullius, some free quarter in some desolate corner where the new law would be negotiated among free men over time, starting from scratch. Not a retreat or a FLDS-like compound of seclusion or internal patrol, for sure, but what free men freely understood to be the simplest civil society, the free-wheeling do whatchawantawithoutcoercion edge of the sky. From South Africa tough counsel on bantustan thinking, from Australia a meticulous history of secular free-thought communities and their decline. From the ineffable and beautiful elder Boydstun another stunning document of previous sage opinions on autonomy and utopia. From the grave I there crawls Janet, and her concept of Block Autonomy, a real-estate-centred rooming-house|condo|bawdy house network of free property freely used. No word from Diana Hsieh or the moral-detectives at Invigilation House, but ...

I could well imagine the kinds of county charters being proposed and bitched about, the cold-hearted proposals, the mytho-poetic Here and Now we can rule microstate of mind fantasized about by Galtzgulch. Ron Paul would live here in the summer. The county would establish rational relations with other layers and institutions of authority. It would not recognize nationality or passports or have anything to say about orgies or devotions or 72 fire dancers in the canyon, and it might not even have a strip mall office, arranging its puny affairs at the bar of the most ecumenical tavern in County Seat Town. There would be dirt roads and kids on trikes and an abandoned rail line to the abandoned mine and a vista of stripped hillsides pitted with slag, chimneys and smokestacks sparkling in the spring sun ...

There at the bar is Ghs, and at the hockey table Carol, Dennis, Ninth, Jonathan, Xray, Adam, Tony, PDS, along with at least three of the actors from Atlas Shrugged 3 Part 3D Saga diamond edition.

Although the shouting has subsided for a moment, there is a persistent quiet intellectual scuffle going on near the pool table, where the ghost of Steve and the divine presense of JNS coexist in mutters, creaks, clinks and tight vowels. Nearby, a stupefied WSS, alone in the smoker's room but for the hissing oxygen tank in his backpack, also muttering, but to his Bambuser live audience as he comes to the end of his Friday noon live show.

MSK swabs the bar, saying nothing, as usual, smiling, as usual, turning to smooch Kat as she comes through to take the moneybags stuffed with county silver off to their hoard at the Juveniles and Horses ranch high in the mountains.

Our banker snoozes by a screen of county news and chatter being broadcast live from the other top tavern's smoking booth, but this time WSS's competition we can see he has his usual audience of shouty lunchers. A shout from the hockey table. A final kiss for Kat and WSS shouts at his tablet's webcam, Ghs rounds up his team for the afternoon's labours, we hear the hiss of the county shuttle jitney brakes as it heads out.

MSK laughs, looks around, laughs again and suddenly shouts, "The next FIFTY drinks are on the house!" We hear an answering shout from the hockey table, and a "Do not fuck with benevolence, losers, come here and I will buy you ANOTHER fifty drinks!" roars WSS to his tablet. Another jitney hisses in and it becomes obvious the Ladies are back from their expedition from a great trundling of the boards on the veranda. Kat comes back in laughing, crossing to the safe with the sacks as a great shout and tumult erupts. MSK flicks on the party lights and the happy-hour Fountain of Goodness. Carol and the actors shout at the the sudden thumping intro of HNIK, and the beer guns begin to shoot. You can almost imagine you can hear corresponding shooting, shouts, hisses, dares and exuberant gouts of laughter from one end of town to another, far beyond the buzz and clatter of Tavern Row.

(Added:)

Somehow, even though departed in MSK's newest jumbo 4X4 truck for the ranch, Ghs's tapping and muttering, his silent shouts and commands, communiques, and adminstrative memos, ringing out to rest of the world (except for Belarus, Cuba, Democratic Peoples Republic of Korea, Syria, Iran, Venezuela, Russia, China) live from Free County, were the loudest sound in the room, the quiet persistent fingers pounding County themes to the world, the oxygen tank hissing in strange concert of reply to WSS, who had funded construction of the wink wink Smoking Agora during the protracted Final until the next one Break between him and rancher-philosopher Ghs. Although Ghs had clearly crushed WSS in the dispute, WSS refused for a second month to speak to Ghs directly, instead addressing him in curious televised diatribes marked by oddbin diacrits and copious, possibly delusional *(&)* footnotes and URLs.

Ghs, besides his work as Chief Executive, County Clerk, Registrar, Registry Agent, Gunsafe Locker Administrator, Emergency Broadcast Facilitator. Secretary of State, Permanent Representative to the United Nations, Senior Moderator of the Polar Council's 2013NOW 'loya gurja' at Moe's Party Palace And Car Wash, finds time to keep everything rolling right along at Orphan and Dog Pound agencies tri-county Crisis Committee.

Since The Flood destroyed his previous rancher, he has lived with WSS and their wives Norma, Jean, and Bette at WSS's lavish 'Refugee Centre' at Doom Prairie ...

*****************************************************************

-- speaking of exhuberance, please forgive the sprawl. Sometimes, especially after great laughter and six quite small really cups of coffee, as I am settled to review proceedings at OL, all other obsessive chores accomplished, it just taps itself out. Today I had to publish a very angry communication and this was here above, apparently, an antidote, free range mad turkey. Thank gawd I have never even been looked at with the suggestion I might have to put my money back in my pocket and fuck off from this bar, put my gun in the gunsafe, or that I would ever be here hobbled by constraints of any but my own moral vertebra.

-- in other worlds of opinion I speak out in, respect is too often measured in spittle on the floor. Thus, this gush. )

__________________

**

*'*

You are the bard who sings in the warm well lit hall of the sparrow that swoops in from the dark and blindly, bravely out again into another dark.

[caroljane]

Quote is still duping - but that post was worth reading twice.

[Xray]

[To William Scott Scherk]:

You are the bard who sings in the warm well lit hall of the sparrow that swoops in from the dark and blindly, bravely out again into another dark.

I'm tempted to call WSS 'Bill the Bard' from now on.

[Michael Stuart Kelly]

Quote is still duping - but that post was worth reading twice.

Carol,

Why don't you just edit the post and delete the dupe?

(btw - I just did your last one.)

You have 24 hours (or 48, I can't remember right now) before the program locks it.

Michael

[PDS]

I will admit I do not comment on every thread in town. But I do eventually get around to dipping in each one. At first, I thought things were calm in this thread. I saw the reads tick up in a stately modest fashion, neither abandoned like the newest lint in the navel thread nor grinding on like goldmine threads started years ago.

I saw a consistent growth in numbers; if not a year-long monstrosity like J Neil Schulman and the Ark thread, this one could be big, be a consistent payer once MSK drags us all behind his paywall, as we enter the Objective Universe Meta-site and Communication Forecasting Bulletins future. **

So, there I watched another quiet money-maker, a sleeper, another thread set to be ticking over like a taxi meter. I went back to my Syria obsession*+*. To know that a thread like Objectivist County could come up only on OL. As it marked novice thread signs of longevity, I marvelled at my own imaginings of an Objectivist County without reading anything of the thread. I knew everyone was in there. I mused on my Michael Marotta. He would likely be running for judge or security consultant or registry or peace officer or all three. I knew George was in there agitating for some terra nullius, some free quarter in some desolate corner where the new law would be negotiated among free men over time, starting from scratch. Not a retreat or a FLDS-like compound of seclusion or internal patrol, for sure, but what free men freely understood to be the simplest civil society, the free-wheeling do whatchawantawithoutcoercion edge of the sky. From South Africa tough counsel on bantustan thinking, from Australia a meticulous history of secular free-thought communities and their decline. From the ineffable and beautiful elder Boydstun another stunning document of previous sage opinions on autonomy and utopia. From the grave I there crawls Janet, and her concept of Block Autonomy, a real-estate-centred rooming-house|condo|bawdy house network of free property freely used. No word from Diana Hsieh or the moral-detectives at Invigilation House, but ...

I could well imagine the kinds of county charters being proposed and bitched about, the cold-hearted proposals, the mytho-poetic Here and Now we can rule microstate of mind fantasized about by Galtzgulch. Ron Paul would live here in the summer. The county would establish rational relations with other layers and institutions of authority. It would not recognize nationality or passports or have anything to say about orgies or devotions or 72 fire dancers in the canyon, and it might not even have a strip mall office, arranging its puny affairs at the bar of the most ecumenical tavern in County Seat Town. There would be dirt roads and kids on trikes and an abandoned rail line to the abandoned mine and a vista of stripped hillsides pitted with slag, chimneys and smokestacks sparkling in the spring sun ...

There at the bar is Ghs, and at the hockey table Carol, Dennis, Ninth, Jonathan, Xray, Adam, Tony, PDS, along with at least three of the actors from Atlas Shrugged 3 Part 3D Saga diamond edition.

Although the shouting has subsided for a moment, there is a persistent quiet intellectual scuffle going on near the pool table, where the ghost of Steve and the divine presense of JNS coexist in mutters, creaks, clinks and tight vowels. Nearby, a stupefied WSS, alone in the smoker's room but for the hissing oxygen tank in his backpack, also muttering, but to his Bambuser live audience as he comes to the end of his Friday noon live show.

MSK swabs the bar, saying nothing, as usual, smiling, as usual, turning to smooch Kat as she comes through to take the moneybags stuffed with county silver off to their hoard at the Juveniles and Horses ranch high in the mountains.

Our banker snoozes by a screen of county news and chatter being broadcast live from the other top tavern's smoking booth, but this time WSS's competition we can see he has his usual audience of shouty lunchers. A shout from the hockey table. A final kiss for Kat and WSS shouts at his tablet's webcam, Ghs rounds up his team for the afternoon's labours, we hear the hiss of the county shuttle jitney brakes as it heads out.

MSK laughs, looks around, laughs again and suddenly shouts, "The next FIFTY drinks are on the house!" We hear an answering shout from the hockey table, and a "Do not fuck with benevolence, losers, come here and I will buy you ANOTHER fifty drinks!" roars WSS to his tablet. Another jitney hisses in and it becomes obvious the Ladies are back from their expedition from a great trundling of the boards on the veranda. Kat comes back in laughing, crossing to the safe with the sacks as a great shout and tumult erupts. MSK flicks on the party lights and the happy-hour Fountain of Goodness. Carol and the actors shout at the the sudden thumping intro of HNIK, and the beer guns begin to shoot. You can almost imagine you can hear corresponding shooting, shouts, hisses, dares and exuberant gouts of laughter from one end of town to another, far beyond the buzz and clatter of Tavern Row.

(Added:)

Somehow, even though departed in MSK's newest jumbo 4X4 truck for the ranch, Ghs's tapping and muttering, his silent shouts and commands, communiques, and adminstrative memos, ringing out to rest of the world (except for Belarus, Cuba, Democratic Peoples Republic of Korea, Syria, Iran, Venezuela, Russia, China) live from Free County, were the loudest sound in the room, the quiet persistent fingers pounding County themes to the world, the oxygen tank hissing in strange concert of reply to WSS, who had funded construction of the wink wink Smoking Agora during the protracted Final until the next one Break between him and rancher-philosopher Ghs. Although Ghs had clearly crushed WSS in the dispute, WSS refused for a second month to speak to Ghs directly, instead addressing him in curious televised diatribes marked by oddbin diacrits and copious, possibly delusional *(&)* footnotes and URLs.

Ghs, besides his work as Chief Executive, County Clerk, Registrar, Registry Agent, Gunsafe Locker Administrator, Emergency Broadcast Facilitator. Secretary of State, Permanent Representative to the United Nations, Senior Moderator of the Polar Council's 2013NOW 'loya gurja' at Moe's Party Palace And Car Wash, finds time to keep everything rolling right along at Orphan and Dog Pound agencies tri-county Crisis Committee.

Since The Flood destroyed his previous rancher, he has lived with WSS and their wives Norma, Jean, and Bette at WSS's lavish 'Refugee Centre' at Doom Prairie ...

*****************************************************************

-- speaking of exhuberance, please forgive the sprawl. Sometimes, especially after great laughter and six quite small really cups of coffee, as I am settled to review proceedings at OL, all other obsessive chores accomplished, it just taps itself out. Today I had to publish a very angry communication and this was here above, apparently, an antidote, free range mad turkey. Thank gawd I have never even been looked at with the suggestion I might have to put my money back in my pocket and fuck off from this bar, put my gun in the gunsafe, or that I would ever be here hobbled by constraints of any but my own moral vertebra.

-- in other worlds of opinion I speak out in, respect is too often measured in spittle on the floor. Thus, this gush. )

__________________

**

*'*

I resent the implication that, instead of drinking a pint, I wouldn't be out somewhere building a skyscraper, or inventing a alloy of some kind.

[Brant Gaede]

Quote is still duping - but that post was worth reading twice.

Carol,

Why don't you just edit the post and delete the dupe?

(btw - I just did your last one.)

You have 24 hours (or 48, I can't remember right now) before the program locks it.

Michael

24 hrs.

--Brant

[william.scherk]

... arranging its puny affairs at the bar of the most ecumenical tavern in County Seat Town. There would be dirt roads and kids on trikes and an abandoned rail line to the abandoned mine and a vista of stripped hillsides pitted with slag, chimneys and smokestacks sparkling in the spring sun ...

There at the bar is Ghs, and at the hockey table Carol, Dennis, Ninth, Jonathan, Xray, Adam, Tony, PDS, along with at least three of the actors from Atlas Shrugged 3 Part 3D Saga diamond edition.

Although the shouting has subsided for a moment, there is a persistent quiet intellectual scuffle going on near the pool table, where the ghost of Steve and the divine presense of JNS coexist in mutters, creaks, clinks and tight vowels. Nearby, a stupefied WSS, alone in the smoker's room but for the hissing oxygen tank in his backpack, also muttering, but to his Bambuser live audience as he comes to the end of his Friday noon live show.

I resent the implication that, instead of drinking a pint, I wouldn't be out somewhere building a skyscraper, or inventing a alloy of some kind.

My fault. I did not underscore that this was Lunch Time (extended version) in Objectivish County. But the aural imagery of Beer Guns, oxygen tanks and so on ... it just overwhelmed me.

When we publish it in MSK's MEGA site, I will add in the clunk of your riveter as you stride back to the Hockey Table with a tray of foamy lunch. This clunking of the riveter, strapped like a six-gun to your Galt-like hip, will further insinuate that just beyond Tavern Row, but before the shining pitted hillside of slag, a Tower is rising. PDS Tower, rising, rising, constructed from hand-hewn steel, courage, grit and spunk.

Edited April 28, 2012 by william.scherk

[Xray]

Seasteading: Galt’s Gulch for a new century?

By: Al Lorenz, Lake Chelan Real Estate, Post Archive, RSS Feed

Posted: Tuesday, August 16th, 2011, 4:56 pm MST

Category: Egoism in Action,Flourishing,Real Estate

If Galt’s Gulch is going to exist in this century, might it be called Seasteading?

Peter Thiel has given $1.25 million to an initiative to create floating libertarian countries in international waters, according to a profile of the billionaire in Details magazine.

Thiel has been a big backer of the Seasteading Institute, which seeks to build sovereign nations on oil rig-like platforms to occupy waters beyond the reach of law-of-the-sea treaties. The idea is for these countries to start from scratch–free from the laws, regulations, and moral codes of any existing place. Details says the experiment would be “a kind of floating petri dish for implementing policies that libertarians, stymied by indifference at the voting booths, have been unable to advance: no welfare, looser building codes, no minimum wage, and few restrictions on weapons.” –

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A floating haven for Libertarians. It sounds like freedom. I wonder where they could find real estate expertise for such a venture?

Galt’s Gulch had one big advantage over

Seasteading

, it was beyond detection of government.

Like all communities where people join voluntarily, they would not have to deal with dissenters wanting to have no part of it.

Even if I were an Objectivist, I'd find it disagreeable to live on an oil-rig like platform in the sea, even I had all kinds of conveniences there. I don't even like holidaying on islands. ,

[BaalChatzaf]

Seasteading: Galt’s Gulch for a new century?

By: Al Lorenz, Lake Chelan Real Estate, Post Archive, RSS Feed

Posted: Tuesday, August 16th, 2011, 4:56 pm MST

Category: Egoism in Action,Flourishing,Real Estate

If Galt’s Gulch is going to exist in this century, might it be called Seasteading?

Peter Thiel has given $1.25 million to an initiative to create floating libertarian countries in international waters, according to a profile of the billionaire in Details magazine.

Thiel has been a big backer of the Seasteading Institute, which seeks to build sovereign nations on oil rig-like platforms to occupy waters beyond the reach of law-of-the-sea treaties. The idea is for these countries to start from scratch–free from the laws, regulations, and moral codes of any existing place. Details says the experiment would be “a kind of floating petri dish for implementing policies that libertarians, stymied by indifference at the voting booths, have been unable to advance: no welfare, looser building codes, no minimum wage, and few restrictions on weapons.” –

Yahoo.com

A floating haven for Libertarians. It sounds like freedom. I wonder where they could find real estate expertise for such a venture?

Galt’s Gulch had one big advantage over

Seasteading

, it was beyond detection of government.

Like all communities where people join voluntarily, they would not have to deal with dissenters wanting to have no part of it.

Even if I were an Objectivist, I'd find it disagreeable to live on an oil-rig like platform in the sea, even I had all kinds of conveniences there. I don't even like holidaying on islands. ,

Throw the dissenters overboard.

I would like to see how the "seasteads" defend themselves against Pirates with long range artillary.

Think of a bad Ragnar Danesgold with bigger naval rifles.

Ba'al Chatzaf

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<p>[T]he experiment would be “a kind of floating petri dish for implementing policies that libertarians, stymied by indifference at the voting booths, have been unable to advance: no welfare, looser building codes, no minimum wage, and few restrictions on weapons.”

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<p>Like all communities where people join voluntarily, they would not have to deal with dissenters wanting to have no part of it.</p>

<p>Even if I were an Objectivist, I'd find it disagreeable to live on an oil-rig like platform in the sea, even I had all kinds of conveniences there. I don't even like holidaying on islands.

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<p>That's just you, Angela. Living on an oil rig is dependent on two things: BIG money (see Newfoundland), good insurance (see Newfoundland disaster), and SHIFTS (see St Johns, Friday night).</p>

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<p>I am, though, trying to imagine the benefit of 'looser' building codes and few restrictions on weapons -- on an oil-riggish tethered platform. One drink too many, one wife too few, <Ping> <Kaboom> ... and Objectivish County can join its unsinkable friend the Ocean Ranger. </p>

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<p>Other than that, a GREAT idea. Do they have Paypal? I will send them five bucks to reserve a sub-minimum wage job in the boiler room ... or maybe in the Libertarian Sewer Discharge facilities, or maybe in the 'potable water' research institute ...</p>

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<p>-- Bob, you helped me guffaw. Thank you. I wonder why all these wall-eyed Utopiacs do not just move to Objectivish County and Make It Happen. Choose some abandoned shithole and presto! Wonderland.</p>

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Edited April 29, 2012 by william.scherk

[Selene]

Ragnar Danesgold

Bob:

Ragnar Danneskjöld