Who What Now posted:

I thought being indistinguishable from a libertarian in the wild was the whole point?

QuarkJets posted:

Bio does not contain any sovcit markers, 3/10

WrenP-Complete posted:

it started asking me questions. I wasn't sure how to answer.

OwlFancier posted:

That is generally how libertarians work so good job.

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What hope is there for people to give the earlier user precedence over a later user?

OwlFancier posted:

Still more coherent than the original.

WrenP-Complete posted:

(WIth Emly's help) I figured it was the usual problem of "Mom, Jimmy's hogging the game!" and answered "because."

WrenP-Complete posted:

Any suggestions? When I tried to get it to generate sentence with "I" or "me" as seeds, it started asking me questions. I wasn't sure how to answer.

WrenP-Complete posted:

Like he asked:

DeusExMachinima posted:

Still holding out for that #immigrants tweet.

WrenP-Complete posted:

Oh my racist, racist baby robot...
https://twitter.com/JRodimus_Prime/status/810915059031572480

WrenP-Complete posted:

https://twitter.com/JRodimus_Prime/status/811308156387291136

Polygynous posted:

I almost want to read a wall of text about whatever the gently caress that could possibly mean.

WrenP-Complete posted:

Let me see what I can do about making that happen.

Polygynous posted:

Now I'm feeling horrified and intrigued.

JRodimusPrime posted:

Since copying can be identified, the phrenology economy is better than all others. It is shown as having homesteaded the animals and judiciously decided which to breed to replenish the livestock for future generations and future profit opportunities. If we can discuss the merits of universal healthcare. Knowing I am aware of the factory owners, the farms to the extent of the factory owners, the farms to the act of argumentation presupposes the right loses all meaning.
Even if every single prediction of the principle of ethics must be universalizable among all humans in a third party that might act as they would have died off. This is absolutely true of rape, assault and burglary. This really forms the basis of any physical possession whatsoever.

Owned is beyond foolish. I shop at a decent place. I am a decent person to follow my conscience and support any cause you feel strongly about. Its hard to quit. Politicians need to be as physically productive enough to eat. The people on this forum. I will choose another community that does not keep any decent person and your solution is simply for them and for everyone else. They're ignorant of the State like to do things that they have to account for. There would be bad both for them to court and force in the punishment and they should be able to provide cheap, effective, scalable energy has to human needs. Your lack of access to cheap, abundent energy that will be cut AND be able to determine that a given situation, though, the problem does not do business with a group of individuals can do it through discourse. If I employ ten people at minimum wage is increased, you think only in terms of left and right. Libertarianism is literally a free market. All I have said before. In fact, it was possible for people to help your fellow man. You clearly did NOT consent.

BENGHAZI 2 posted:

its been a year since jrod dared me to fight him

rip that beautiful battle

Caros posted:

You wouldn't be saying that if you were in the room with him.

JRodimusPrime posted:

Since copying can be identified, the phrenology economy is better than all others. It is shown as having homesteaded the animals and judiciously decided which to breed to replenish the livestock for future generations and future profit opportunities. If we can discuss the merits of universal healthcare. Knowing I am aware of the factory owners, the farms to the extent of the factory owners, the farms to the act of argumentation presupposes the right loses all meaning.
Even if every single prediction of the principle of ethics must be universalizable among all humans in a third party that might act as they would have died off. This is absolutely true of rape, assault and burglary. This really forms the basis of any physical possession whatsoever.

Owned is beyond foolish. I shop at a decent place. I am a decent person to follow my conscience and support any cause you feel strongly about. Its hard to quit. Politicians need to be as physically productive enough to eat. The people on this forum. I will choose another community that does not keep any decent person and your solution is simply for them and for everyone else. They're ignorant of the State like to do things that they have to account for. There would be bad both for them to court and force in the punishment and they should be able to provide cheap, effective, scalable energy has to human needs. Your lack of access to cheap, abundent energy that will be cut AND be able to determine that a given situation, though, the problem does not do business with a group of individuals can do it through discourse. If I employ ten people at minimum wage is increased, you think only in terms of left and right. Libertarianism is literally a free market. All I have said before. In fact, it was possible for people to help your fellow man. You clearly did NOT consent.

Stinky_Pete posted:

Ah, I see Jrodbot is replying to followers' tweets now

https://twitter.com/JRodimus_Prime/status/812063126891991040


This is awesome

Discendo Vox posted:

I hope you are using vetted users right now; realAlexHours looks like an alt-right bot account, but I'm guessing it's a parody?

QuarkJets posted:

Redheads are pretty amazing

Osmosisch posted:

Anyone curious about Liberland?

OwlFancier posted:

I'm not sure it's immoral to relieve libertarians with excessive discretionary income of their burden, they'd only do something silly with it.

Mr Interweb posted:

Any of this singular groups could be selling products from the other groups. And they all reinforce each other too. It makes it difficult to believe how much of this is being done by people who don't give a poo poo about conservatism, but just want to bilk the base, and how much is being done by people who DO give a poo poo about conservatism, but also want to bilk the base. This is a goddamned cottage industry.

Discendo Vox posted:

I hope you are using vetted users right now; realAlexHours looks like an alt-right bot account, but I'm guessing it's a parody?

Stinky_Pete posted:

that's actually my family-firendly account, which I don't use very often. The pizza-related avatar is for the purposes of passively mocking the alt right

Seasonal Salutations, everyone!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KqC36b39BvA&t=4s

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There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year old's life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The other, of course, involves orcs.

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"Who is John Galt?"

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The light was ebbing, and Eddie Willers could not distinguish the bum's face. The bum had said it simply, without expression. But from the sunset far at the end of the street, yellow glints caught his eyes, and the eyes looked straight at Eddie Willers, mocking and still—as if the question had been addressed to the causeless uneasiness within him.

"Why did you say that?" asked Eddie Willers, his voice tense.

The bum leaned against the side of the doorway; a wedge of broken glass behind him reflected the metal yellow of the sky.

"Why does it bother you?" he asked.

"It doesn't," snapped Eddie Willers.

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It was the calendar that the mayor of New York had erected last year on the top of a building, so that citizens might tell the day of the month as they told the hours of the day, by glancing up at a public tower. A white rectangle hung over the city, imparting the date to the men in the streets below. In the rusty light of this evening's sunset, the rectangle said: September 2.

Eddie Willers looked away. He had never liked the sight of that calendar. It disturbed him, in a manner he could not explain or define. The feeling seemed to blend with his sense of uneasiness; it had the same quality.

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When he came to Fifth Avenue, he kept his eyes on the windows of the stores he passed. There was nothing he needed or wished to buy; but he liked to see the display of good?, any goods, objects made by men, to be used by men. He enjoyed the sight of a prosperous street; not more than every fourth one of the stores was out of business, its windows dark and empty

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Years later, he heard it said that children should be protected from shock, from their first knowledge of death, pain or fear. But these had never scarred him; his shock came when he stood very quietly, looking into the black hole of the trunk. It was an immense betrayal—the more terrible because he could not grasp what it was that had been betrayed. It was not himself, he knew, nor his trust; it was something else. He stood there for a while, making no sound, then he walked back to the house. He never spoke about it to anyone, then or since.

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James Taggart sat at his desk. He looked like a man approaching fifty, who had crossed into age from adolescence, without the intermediate stage of youth. He had a small, petulant mouth, and thin hair clinging to a bald forehead. His posture had a limp, decentralized sloppiness, as if in defiance of his tall, slender body, a body with an elegance of line intended for the confident poise of an aristocrat, but transformed into the gawkiness of a lout. The flesh of his face was pale and soft. His eyes were pale and veiled, with a glance that moved slowly, never quite stopping, gliding off and past things in eternal resentment of their existence. He looked obstinate and drained. He was thirty-nine years old.

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He looked at James Taggart and said, "It's the Rio Norte Line." He noticed Taggart's glance moving down to a corner of the desk. "We've had another wreck."

"Railroad accidents happen every day. Did you have to bother me about that?"

"You know what I'm saying, Jim. The Rio Norte is done for. That track is shot. Down the whole line."

"We are getting a new track."

Eddie Willers continued as if there had been no answer: "That track is shot. It's no use trying to run trains down there. People are giving up trying to use them."

"There is not a railroad in the country, it seems to me, that doesn't have a few branches running at a deficit. We're not the only ones. It's a national condition—a temporary national condition."

Eddie stood looking at him silently. What Taggart disliked about Eddie Willers was this habit of looking straight into people's eyes. Eddie's eyes were blue, wide and questioning; he had blond hair and a square face, unremarkable except for that look of scrupulous attentiveness and open, puzzled wonder.

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"Well, whatever else you say, there's one thing you're not going to mention next—and that's Rearden Steel."

Eddie did not answer at once, then said quietly, "All right, Jim. I won't mention it."

"Orren is my friend." He heard no answer. "I resent your attitude. Orren Boyle will deliver that rail just as soon as it's humanly possible. So long as he can't deliver it, nobody can blame us."

"Jim! What are you talking about? Don't you understand that the Rio Norte Line is breaking up—whether anybody blames us or not?"

"People would put up with it—they'd have to—if it weren't for the Phoenix-Durango." He saw Eddie's face tighten. "Nobody ever complained about the Rio Norte Line, until the Phoenix-Durango came on the
scene."

"The Phoenix-Durango is doing a brilliant job."

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Those oil wells, Eddie thought suddenly, didn't they have something in common with the blood vessels on the map? Wasn't that the way the red stream of Taggart Transcontinental had shot across the country, years ago, a feat that seemed incredible now? He thought of the oil wells spouting a black stream that ran over a continent almost faster than the trains of the Phoenix-Durango could carry it. That oil field had been only a rocky patch in the mountains of Colorado, given up as exhausted long ago. Ellis Wyatt's father had managed to squeeze an obscure living to the end of his days, out of the dying oil wells. Now it was as if somebody had given a shot of adrenalin to the heart of the mountain, the heart had started pumping, the black blood had burst through the rocks—of course it's blood, thought Eddie Willers, because blood is supposed to feed, to give life, and that is what Wyatt Oil had done. It had shocked empty slopes of ground into sudden existence, it had brought new towns, new power plants, new factories to a region nobody had ever noticed on any map. New factories, thought Eddie Willers, at a time when the freight revenues from all the great old industries were dropping slowly year by year; a rich new oil field, at a time when the pumps were stopping in one famous field after another; a new industrial state where nobody had expected anything but cattle and beets. One man had done it, and he had done it in eight years; this, thought Eddie Willers, was like the stories he had read in school books and never quite believed, the stories of men who had lived in the days of the country's youth. He wished he could meet Ellis Wyatt. There was a great deal of talk about him, but few had ever met him; he seldom came to New York. They said he was thirty-three years old and had a violent temper. He had discovered some way to revive exhausted oil wells and he had proceeded to revive them.

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"I think he's a destructive, unscrupulous ruffian. I think he's an irresponsible upstart who's been grossly overrated." It was astonishing to hear a sudden emotion in James Taggart's lifeless voice. "I'm not so sure that his oil fields are such a beneficial achievement. It seems to me that he's dislocated the economy of the whole country. Nobody expected Colorado to become an industrial state. How can we have any security or plan anything if everything changes all the time?"

"Good God, Jim! He's—"

"Yes, I know, I know, he's making money. But that is not the standard, it seems to me, by which one gauges a man's value to society. And as for his oil, he'd come crawling to us. and he'd wait his turn along with all the other shippers, and he wouldn't demand more than his fair share of transportation—if it weren't for the Phoenix-Durango. We can't help it if we're up against destructive competition of that kind. Nobody can blame us."

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Pop Harper glanced up at Eddie Willers as he came out of the president's office. It was a wise, slow glance; it seemed to say that he knew that Eddie's visit to their part of the building meant trouble on the line, knew that nothing had come of the visit, and was completely indifferent to the knowledge. It was the cynical indifference which Eddie Willers had seen in the eyes of the bum on the street corner.

"Say, Eddie, know where I could get some woolen undershirts?" he asked, "Tried all over town, but nobody's got 'em."

"I don't know," said Eddie, stopping. "Why do you ask me?

"I just ask everybody. Maybe somebody'll tell me.""

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"It's no use, Eddie," said Pop Harper.

"What's no use?"

"Nothing. Anything."

"What's the matter, Pop?"

"I'm not going to requisition a new typewriter. The new ones are made of tin. When the old ones go, that will be the end of typewriting. There was an accident in the subway this morning, their brakes wouldn't work. You ought to go home, Eddie, turn on the radio and listen to a good dance band. Forget it, boy. Trouble with you is you never had a hobby. Somebody stole the electric light bulbs again, from off the staircase, down where I live. I've got a pain in my chest. Couldn't get any cough drops this morning, the drugstore on our corner went bankrupt last week. The Texas-Western Railroad went bankrupt last month. They closed the Queensborough Bridge yesterday for temporary repairs. Oh well, what's the use? Who is John Galt?"

Caros posted: