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The belief that corporations should serve anything other than the interests of their shareholders, particularly with respect to the interests of the workers or abstract intellectual principles is something you hear from libertarians all the time. That the employees of Cato themselves thought they were anything other than agents engaged in labor in service to their shareholders does come across as pretty hypocritical.
I know a lot of libertarians, and not one of them has ever suggested that employees of a company should not try to get the best deal for themselves if at odds with their employer over pay/working conditions/whatever.
Libertarianism has a fairly strict social hierarchy which makes the role of an employee quite clear. It’s hypocritical for the Cato employees to think that they were somehow exempt from this relationship. The Koch brothers told them what they expect them to do and how to behave. That they think there should be some other arrangement speaks to a hypocritical belief that these Cato employees are somehow “special” in a way that most other employees are not.
“Corporations are people, my friends.” The libertarian ideal is one in which the Cato Institute has no abstract purpose for its existence other than maximizing the value for its shareholders. Cato’s employees are insisting that instead it should, unlike their belief about every other corporate institution, be leveraged to benefit themselves and some abstract ideological service to “libertarianism.”
It just defies belief, doesn’t it? What was TSA guy expecting – the woman cracks under the pressure and admits: “Yes, officer. My left and right nipples lactate sulphuric acid and acetone respectively, it’s a fair cop, take me away!” The USA taxpayer supports the TSA, which demonstrably serves no useful purpose, but howls blue murder at the concept of ObamaCare ™ that might actually serve to improve the quality of life for you guys. Here in Europe a lot of us are going W.T.F.
The taxation situation in the USA is perverse, “How dare you take my money and use it in a way that could benefit others (Limbaugh / Tea Party / etc)” but conversely, “It’s OK to take my money and spend it in a way that makes other people suffer.”
danegeld
Don’t you dare say anything to him about giving up his dream. You’re not the right person for him. Never ask someone to give up on their dream just so you can feel more stable. It’s his choice and his choice alone, no matter how ridiculous his dream may seem to you, or to society, or even to himself. Dreams make humans into self-realized individuals. Your only responsibility is to love everything about him, including his dreams. The idea of “making this work” sounds more like a way to make his life more boring and predictable. At worst, it’s a genuine sadistic desire to control someone else because your own life feels out of control — or a cruel need to dominate and break someone’s spirit for the sake of your own peace of mind. Look for stability and peace of mind inside yourself, and not in your relationships or the dreams of others.
Andrew WK
Breitbart was such a despicable man that he would do selective recording and editing to make heaven itself look like a racist, sexist, prostitution paradise that deserves to be eliminated entirely. A good cartoon.
So, I ’ve had nightmares two nights in a row; pretty bad ones.
Saturday night I dreamed that a former co-worker/executive at a firm I worked at before had decided that I had wronged the firm in the past week and proceeded to sue me. It was pretty real and extreme.
Last night though; last night was a doozy. For some reason we lived in a house that had a fridge and a “cool shelf” which could be used to defrost meat and so on, but not store it long term. This is kind of important to the dream. Anyway in the dream we had an elderly male relative staying with us that we called “Grandpa” everyone called him this (he was not a relative of mine in real life nor Jen’s I have no idea where my brain came up with him) anyway; Grandpa had been pulling meat out of the fridge and putting it in the cool shelf; but I thought it was Jen. When it became clear it was Grandpa; we got mad at him and he left in a huff (without letting anyone know he was leaving) so we thought he had wandered off (he had some kind of memory problem, which was why he was living with us). I was guilted into going out looking for him and this is where the dream took a turn. It was ALWAYS night outside, a dim kind of deep murky night. There was some light; but all through the dream it was dark out.
Fast foreward a bit; I’ve been out in the snow looking for this old codger and have come home; I look in his room and there he is, asleep in his bed. Elizabeth hears someone at the door and goes to answer it; I hear it too there is kind of a murmering noise like there is a whole crowd of men just mumbling things to themselves; they reached through the door and grabbed Elizabeth; I jumped towards them
and then found myself awake flying off of my bed slamming into the wall and the floor, I had leaped from my bed in my sleep to catch Elizabeth as she was being dragged out of the house.
What a way to wake up.