Happily married Finance guy politically aligned with the Old Right such as men like Murray Rothbard

Joined May 2025
NY, NY : If Frank could sing it now Start packing the bags, I’m leaving today I want to get out of it—New York, New York These tax-hike shoes Are longing to stray Right out of the city they used to call home I don’t want to wake up In a city that doesn’t work Where the subways are stalled And the rents still go berserk AOC’s in the House, Mamdani’s the Mayor They’re chasing the millionaires straight out the door If you can still make it here You’ll make it anywhere It’s up to the working class now—New York, New York Those pied-à-terre taxes Are stacking up high The luxury towers are waving goodbye I don’t want to wake up To another new mandate Where the bodegas get squeezed And the groceries get state-run rates Start spreading the word From Queens to the Bronx The city’s transforming, for better or worse Those vagabond wallets Are heading down south Looking for somewhere the rules aren’t so tough If they can still make it there They’ll make it anywhere It’s up to the rest of us now—New York, New York
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🚨 BREAKING: Newark Police have declared an UNLAWFUL ASSEMBLY outside ICE’s facility Riot police are going in FULL FORCE, pushing rioters OUT Rioters are being PUMMELED, and arrests are being made 🔥
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Memes evolve without central planning, just like markets do, and the parallels will blow your mind once you see them. Richard Dawkins coined "meme" in 1976 to describe how cultural information spreads through populations. Ideas compete for attention in your brain the same way entrepreneurs compete for dollars in your wallet. The funniest joke survives. The catchiest song gets hummed. The most useful concept gets repeated. No Ministry of Culture decides which memes win. You watch this process daily on social media. One format explodes across platforms while another dies in obscurity. Drake pointing at things dominated 2018. Wojak faces conquered 2021. Nobody planned these victories. Millions of individual choices created them. Each person sharing, modifying, or ignoring content cast a vote in a massive cultural market. The same spontaneous order that gives you affordable smartphones and next-day delivery also gives you inside jokes and viral dances. Friedrich Hayek wrote about how prices coordinate economic activity without anyone understanding the full system. Meme evolution works identically. You don't need to grasp the entire internet to know which TikTok sound feels right for your video. Central planners hate this reality in both domains. They fund studies about "misinformation" and "harmful content" the same way they regulate businesses and manipulate interest rates. Complex systems self-organize better than bureaucrats organize them. The USSR failed to create good products or good culture. China blocks memes and manipulates markets with equal futility. Your brain runs a prediction market for ideas every time you decide what to share, and somehow the crowd beats the experts at determining what resonates.
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The Mayor of Charlotte is demanding people stop posting this reminder of the lovely innocent Iryna Zarutska butchered by a savage on Charlotte public transit. He was on probation by a liberal activist judge.
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The Shot Heard 'Round the World (Lexington Green, April 19, 1775) - Grok In the hush before the breaking day, Seventy farmers stood on Lexington Green. Captain John Parker, sick and gray, Yet firm of voice and resolute of mien. A veteran of earlier wars, he knew the cost, Tuberculosis wracking his farmer’s frame. Still he mustered his company at any cost— Minutemen and militia, answering the same. “Stand your ground,” Parker calmly said, “Don’t fire unless fired upon, my men. But if they mean to have a war instead, Let it begin here—let it begin then.” They waited, thin line in the morning chill, Bayonets gleaming as the redcoats drew near. A single shot split the air—sharp and shrill— Whose hand pulled the trigger, none could swear. Chaos erupted in a ragged roar, Eight brave souls fell where they made their stand. Blood on the grass, the opening scar of war, As Parker’s men scattered across the land. Not far away, in safety’s shadowed hold, John Hancock and Samuel Adams heard the fray. The son of the maltster, fierce and bold, Smiled grimly as the muskets had their say. He knew the spark his words had long prepared— Committees, pamphlets, unyielding will— Had finally kindled the flame they shared. “This is the morning,” he murmured, “glorious still.” Revere, released from British grasp that morn, Returned on foot to witness what began. While Parker rallied his men, battle-worn, For ambush later along the Concord road again. From that Green the call for freedom rang, Echoing far beyond the April dew. A nation stirred where farmers proudly sang Of liberty defended, brave and true. So honor Captain Parker and his band, Who faced the empire’s might with steady heart. And Adams, listening from safer land, Who saw the war he sought—at last—impart. For on that day the world itself was stirred, By one shot fired on Lexington Green. The chains of old were broken, the future heard— Where common men stood tall for freedom’s dream. THIS SHOULD BE A NATIONAL HOLIDAY
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