Speaking of fun arguments,

the LP nomination race is getting downright nasty between Wayne Allen Root and my beloved Dr. Mary Ruwart.

I seem to have all my good ideas in the morning.

Ain't got none now.

They're having a fun argument over on the Mises Blog. You'll want to read the article, Does Money Taint Everything? before you delve into it, though.

What?! No jokes about me sellin' fertilizer?

What the hell's wrong with you people?!

Hey! I'm still pushing Lutheran Austrian Objectivism after all and wondering what to do about the contradictions there. Don't you think I deserve a load of s#(!?

Hell, I do!

Nobody loves me enough to give me any crap?

Now I'm really sad.

Well, that's all right, then!

The younger boy came by today and showed me what he wants me to do for spare cash on the side. The basics, anyway. I'm not quite clear on where and how to aquire the stuff, though, I've been "reinventing the wheel", since he told me what he had in mind. He doesn't seem to want to go into compost tea, but that is absolutely the route to go if you want to go organic and don't want to pay somebody like me to do it all for you.

The big fear there is e-coli. The process doesn't affect it one way or the other. If you're going to go with compost tea, you need to learn to recognize e-coli under a microscope. (And, if you see unacceptable levels in your brew, send it on to the sanitation department.) I haven't yet, but I was expecting to have to.

Since the boy was bragging that up to me, he's discovered sources of commercially available products [bad writing alert] who make it economically feasible for us to service your needs. Of course, if you're a maniacal Do-It-Yourselfer, you can get your stuff from the same sources and DIY it, but...well, there is some specialized equipment we've got (and I'm glorying in that "we".... He's giving it to us!) that a DIYer is not going to want to buy, and the work-arounds will be a b---h. Cheaper in time and money to hire the guy who's already got the stuff.

Kick back and enjoy life and let me make your lawn, trees and shrubs greener without those worries about wrecking the environment downstream.

I'm drunk on the Kool-Aid.

Busy, busy, busy! As Bokonon would say.

I much prefer Bokonon to Bakunin, don't you? Vonnegut's character to the real guy?

Anyway, I've been dealing with my day job, my avocation of trying to expand human liberty, and this little family reunion we're having. As well as being involved in my stepson's business expansion.

At present, I'm rather irritated that I haven't seen the expanding stepson since Monday night. If I were a business man, I wouldn't leave the principle character required for my expansion hanging for damn near a week. When I get the chance, I'm going to have to impose some order in this organisation.

I mean, it's early in this young company, but I'm accustomed to dealing with a high degree of professionalism. The salesboy talks a hell of a game, but where the hell is he when it's time for business?

I'm seein' a need for a big dose of Daddy!

It's important to "get things done," after all.

That comment was made attached to Mean Ol' Meanie's post on John McCain (well, actually, it was about all three of the remaining candidates).

When I was a kid, the AWA (I think it was) had a grand melee fight (which I somehow failed to watch, but everybody was talking about it in school the next day), in which the first thing that happened was, everybody ganged up on Andre the Giant and threw him out of the ring. That part of the match might have been worth watching, just to see how much trouble they had doing it.

A guy in my class, whom I normally wouldn't have credited with great mental powers, said, "That's how these things always go. The little guys will all lose, because they're little, and everybody will gang up to get rid of the biggest guys. You end up with the most middle-of-the-road guy winning."

In this case it was Superstar Billy Graham, whom I hadn't heard of before that moment. He went on to have a pretty good pro-wrestling career, even though I don't think he was ever anyone's favorite.

Anyway, McCain is the Superstar Billy Graham of this presidential campaign.
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Just to screw up a post in typical idiot-blogger fashion, that title is also my excuse for not posting since last Wednesday. I had to stop screwing around and finish installing my garage door. My father-in-law was down the weekend before this last one to help me widen the doorway to fit the door we bought.

Fifty-year-old concrete is some hard-@$$ $#!#, let me tell ya!

We got the door up together, as far as getting it upright in the doorway, but I didn't get the chance to get the moving parts in until Sunday.

Oh, yeah! The reason for the wasted Saturday is, The Older Boy, it turns out, wasn't on the lam after all. He'd been caught. Now he's been released, but he can't go home (for reasons that we won't discuss), so he's been at my house, wasting my time.

He's an interesting guy, with much to discuss. I just wish he could talk and work at the same time. And that I weren't so inclined to politeness.

I was reading Say's

Treatise on Political Economy (gigantic pdf linked there) when I came upon this gem:

During the long peace maintained by cardinal Fleury, France recovered a little; the insignificant administration of this weak minister at least proving, that the ruler of a nation may achieve much good by abstaining from the commission of evil.

Italics mine. I wanted to cut what I italicized out and paste it here, but I figured I'd throw in a little context. He's talking about the aftermath of the reign of the Sun King, Louis XIV.

Say had a pretty low opinion of Mandeville, apparently.

BTW, you can read the Treatise without downloading a monster file here.