Poem 3

By Mr. Y

Greetings. Another poem I just wrote. This is from the point of view of a shop owner. There are breaks where the customer is supposed to be saying something, but I left his words out.

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Welcome sir, to my humble store,
Everything is here, you can’t want more,
What would you like, what can I get,
For you, my friend, if you’ll permit,
These fine, fine shelves are stockpiled high,
Some of them reach up to the sky,
With a warm smile and a helping hand,
Ready at your service here I stand,

What is that sir, what did you say,
My hearing’s dimmed as my hair turns gray,
Please, please, can you repeat,
Come closer, closer, with those two feet,

Do we sell truth, is what you ask,
Yes sir, yes, in this here flask,
You look too young, to ask for this,
But I will sell it, if you must insist,
I must warn you, the price is steep,
Things like this do not come cheap,

No sir, no, a joke this is not,
I am not deceiving about the cost,
Surely, sir, it’s no surprise,
For every thing has its own price,
The price of a car is your stash,
Of silver coins and cold hard cash,
The price of money is to be in debt,
The price of coal are cups of sweat,

The price of a sin is to have it burn,
Your whole life’s work that you have earned
The price of jewels are to have them nabbed,
The price of a heart is to have it stabbed

The price of a quest is to lose your friend,
In a terrible storm or a rapids’ bend,
The price of love is to crush your dreams,
The price of mercy is to cry small streams,

The price of justice is to feel,
Your dead weight hand grip cold blue steel,
The price to feel is to be cut by a knife,
And the price of truth? It is your life.

Dr. Thomas Woods on Press TV

This is Part 1. There are a total of 3 parts

Part 2

Part 3

Another Poem

By Mr. Y

Greetings everyone. I wrote another poem, and I decided to post it here. This will be the last poem in a while, probably, because I have to go back to school in a few days, and I probably won’t have much time.

This poem is a dialogue between two people. One person’s words are in Black writing, and the other person’s are in Green writing.

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O dear friend, why do you cast out,
Your precious gold for stones so cheap,
I must warn you, there is no doubt,
The mistake you are making is too deep

O dear friend, this gold so pure,
You will not find with such great ease,
But stones and sand are on every shore,
And in every wind and every breeze

Why do you bother me this way,
Why must you question my affairs,
Let me have my fun and play,
Of no use to me are these golden wares

O dear friend, no harm do I mean,
No ill will do I bear for you in my soul,
Lord is my witness my intentions are clean,
Your best interest is my only goal

O dear friend, I ask you to heed,
These words of warning at this very time,
A day will come when gold you may need,
Do work for it now, to you I cry

I do not desire to work and to toil,
To purify this gold from ore,
Give me stones, give me sand, but do not spoil,
This evening I have without any chore

O dear friend, do you not know,
For all things of value, the price is sweat,
Work is your friend, and sloth is your foe,
With this you will have no regret

O dear friend, if you wish it so,
From my own stores will I give to you,
So hard I worked since long ago,
But you may take it if you choose

Keep your gold and keep your gestures,
I have no use for either,
Will you ever stop your lectures,
Please leave me be and do not bother

O dear friend, I am so sad,
I only did mean to help,
My dear friend to understand,
And to achieve true wealth

O dear friend, I will not despair,
Here I shall wait without a sound,
When you are ready, you have my ear,
Ye who are lost can also be found

Aesop’s Fables

By Mr. Y

Greetings everyone. I had a question to ask, if anyone is reading this. I’d like to know if you think Aesop got one of the morals wrong in one of his stories. I read this fable a long time ago, in middle school or something, but I can’t find it anywhere now, but I’ve written what I remember of it here:


There were three Greek gods (I don’t remember the names), and they wanted to hold a contest, to see which of the three could come up with the best invention. They went to one of the other gods, and asked him if he would be the judge among them, and he agreed. And so the three gods went about designing and creating the best thing they could.

They came back after their inventions were made. The first created a house, the second created a bull, and the third created man. And they asked him, “Which of these inventions is the greatest?”

The judge god said, “Well, I cannot give the prize to any of you, because all of your creations have major problems with them.”

He went to the house, and he said, “Why doesn’t this house have any wheels, so as to allow the inhabitants to move away if they have bad neighbors?”

He went to the bull, and said, “Why are these horns at the top of the head? They should be under his eyes, so he can see how he is using them.”

He went to the man, and said, “Why isn’t this human’s heart on the outside? So that people may know what he is thinking, and they may tell whether he is lying or telling the truth?”

The official moral of the story is that there are some people who find faults with everything.

Now, I think this is wrong. I mean, why isn’t the heart on the outside (figuratively speaking)? I think people should be able to tell if another person is telling the truth or lying, or whether they are an upright moral person or not. My moral of the story would be that most things could be made more wholesome and better.

What do you guys think?

Do Libertarians Hate Poor People?

By Mr. Y

Yes, I know. The title is very provocative. Anyway, today I decided to write a post discussing if libertarians hate poor people. This issue comes up because libertarians are against the use of government to transfer money or other forms of wealth from the relatively rich to the relatively poor. Therefore, the question at hand is why libertarians oppose this, and is it because they hate or don’t care about the poor? In my opinion, the answer to this question varies from person to person. For an individual person, the answer may be yes or no, but you cannot place one answer on a group of people.

To answer this question, we must first start with examining what it means to be a libertarian. Libertarianism is a type of political theory. Political theory deals with questions of morality, specifically, the small subset of morality which deals with the use of force. That is, how should force be used, when should it be used, by whom can force be used, etc. This is important to understand, because we must realize that people hold moral beliefs apart from their political beliefs. Morality can be split into many ways. One way into which we can split it is a distinction between moral rules that deal with the use of force or violence, and moral rules which do not deal with the use of force or violence. Political morality is the former, and all other moral rules fall into the latter. Therefore, for a libertarian, moral rules of how to use force and violence are dealt with using libertarian philosophy, and he/she may use some other philosophy or philosophies to deal with all other moral rules. The only thing that unites libertarians is that they all agree (or mostly agree) on how to use force and violence. But they may disagree vehemently on all other moral rules.

So, what is the libertarian philosophy? A libertarian believes in what is called the non-aggression axiom, which is as follows: It is immoral to initiate the use of force or fraud (breaking of contracts) against another’s person or property.

A Poem

By Mr. Y

Greetings everyone:

I wrote a poem last night/early this morning, and I decided to post it on the blog.  To anyone who is reading this, I hope you find it interesting or meaningful in some way.  Hat tip to Mr. A for helping me get started with some ideas.

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I see a path cut in the wood,

Without any lights, there it stood

A little girl sat in the dark,

A dog sat by her, and a lark

Small red bows colored her hair,

This must have been only her third year

So small she was, that I didn’t know,

If talk she could, but ask I did so

“Who are you here, and why do you sit still,

When other children do play, and laugh with thrill?

What is this path, and who has gone down,

Who has cut these trees and opened up the ground?”

“Don’t you fear, don’t you worry,”

She said to me so clearly

“It’s my father who has built this path this way,

When he left he has asked me here to stay

For the truth he’s been searching,  all of his life,

His thirst was very deep, to quench his inner strife

Fifty years ago was when he started down this path,

I’ve been waiting for him here, and here I’ll be when he comes back.”

“Fifty years?” I asked, “Surely that can’t be,

To me you look like you just turned three

For how many more years will you sit here waiting?

Surely you’ll get old, there is nothing to stop aging

How many years must it take, for the truth to be found?

How many years will it take, until you decide to leave this town?”

“Fifty years it has been,” she said to me again,

“To you it might seem strange, but to me it is very plain,

My father said to me that the truth is precious and dear,

He said he’d bring it back for me to taste and to hear

He said I must not grow, I must not change a bit,

This is why I have not grown, why you see me as this

I know you don’t believe me, but this is the truth,

For fifty long years, I have maintained my youth

As for if I shall leave here, don’t you worry, don’t you fret,

I’ll be here if it takes him a hundred years yet.”

What is the Free Market?

By: Mr. Y

Welcome to our new blog. My name is Mr. Y, and my friend’s name is Mr. A. We live in the United States of America, and we decided to start this blog to write about random things that we felt like writing about. Our aim is to write about one article per week, on average, on various topics, from economics, to politics, to morality. Stay tuned and subscribe to the blog if you enjoy reading here.

This week, I’ll be talking about the free market. I consider myself a libertarian, and thus, I advocate an economic system which is known as the free market. Unfortunately, I don’t think that people exactly understand what the free market is. Both detractors of the free market, as well as its proponents often seem to get important aspects of it wrong. In this essay, I will be discussing my understanding of the free market. Feel free to disagree with me or ask any questions in the comments section below.

My definition of the free market is as follows: A transaction between two or more persons carried out through voluntary participation on all sides.