The whole political establishment has an interest in muddling the important difference between crony-capitalism and free markets. (I ought not to have taken so long to notice this.) The rhetorical tension is between those who say that an economy regulated for the benefit of the well-connected is too dangerously free, and those who in the name of “free markets” preach the sacred right of the well-connected to enjoy their pork in peace.

I won’t wear the “anarcho-capitalist” label anymore. The people whom I seek to persuade — i.e., almost everybody — associate capitalism too strongly with the meaning given to that word by Karl Marx and his successors, which is fair since they popularized it; trying to rehabilitate it seems a waste of effort.

So, until I find a label I like better, I’m a market anarchist.

When immigration is outlawed, only outlaws will immigrate.

I think we tacitly imagined that Fluffie’s end would come while she slept contentedly on my lap. This week it became clear that that was not on the menu.

If cats could reminisce verbally about good old times, what would they say?

It appears that Fluffie is not long for the world.