conza

You know you’re an Austrian when…

conza:

  • Your professors generally don’t know what you’re talking about
  • You realize that bathroom lines in stadiums are a result of prices being too low
  • Being in line for anything makes you think of the Soviet Union
  • You extend that analysis to include traffic jams
  • You know the other person’s argument better than the other person
  • You incorporate malinvestment into conversations
  • You get paid, and feel it is utterly worthless because the currency didn’t originate in the market
  • You can pick Stephan Kinsella, Jeffrey Tucker, Peter Klein and Joe Salerno out of a lineup
  • You know Margit von Mises’ pet name for her husband
  • You’re on mises.org at 2:30am
  • You realise markets don’t fail, only governments do
  • You start using terms like “time-preference” in everyday conversations
  • You get annoyed when someone implies that the value of something is not subjective, as in “this house is selling below its true value.”
  • You know what the words a priori, methodenstreit, and verstehen mean
  • You tend to disagree with everyone in a conversation about politics or economics
  • Ron Paul talks about something besides war and still makes sense to you

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uutpoetry
uutpoetry:

After a Phrase by Huxley

Howie Good

A decade
after its birth,
night seems
to be falling.
The gendarmes
approach
with dicks
hanging out
and small,
hooded eyes,
so that people
will have
their liberties
taken away,
but will rather
enjoy it.
And this
seems to be
the Last
Judgment,
a kind of
concentration
camp,
legs shriveled
and twisted
by childhood polio 
and shining
immodestly,
all that
comes true
when we use
an epigraph
from Anonymous.

art by owlwise12

uutpoetry:

After a Phrase by Huxley

Howie Good

A decade
after its birth,
night seems
to be falling.
The gendarmes
approach
with dicks
hanging out
and small,
hooded eyes,
so that people
will have
their liberties
taken away,
but will rather
enjoy it.
And this
seems to be
the Last
Judgment,
a kind of
concentration
camp,
legs shriveled
and twisted
by childhood polio
and shining
immodestly,
all that
comes true
when we use
an epigraph
from Anonymous.

art by owlwise12