/liberty/ - Austro-Libertarianism

...mod, come on.  Did you delete a bunch of posts again?  :|

There once was a libertarian so bold,
Who claimed the free market was gold,
But then found one day,
Without roads to pave the way,
His ideas left him out in the cold.

>>1209
Did you ask an AI to make a limerick against libertarianism?

You know, this has got me thinking about what I'd call "form letter libertarianism." One of the problems _I_ see with libertarianism is--and I know this sounds incredibly conceited, but let me finish--the fact that it has an answer for everything.
>Minimum wage
<"Why $20/hr, why not $100/hr?"
>Ethics
<"If you did not agree with self-ownership, you would not be able to make that argument, so you are contradicting yourself."
>Who will build the roads?
<PRAs
>But what about the warlords?
<Private ancap security forces
It's gotten to the point where it's a fucking form letter. I swear you could make a simple Javascript site where you click a dropdown list of all the common arguments against libertarianism, and it populates a textbox below with the response to copy paste.
I've been in debates w/libertarians that feel like they're using a program like that. Where the libertarians are just block-quoting Rothbard or simply dropping a link to a mises.org/fee article and walking away. On the one hand, I understand it. It's this sensation of, "How many times do I have to repeat this to you guys?" or "Do you honestly think that we haven't heard this before?" that you end up just phoning it in and depressingly turning into form-letter libertarians. There's also a point where you just feel like, "God, why can't I hear someone bashing libertarianism make a NEW argument?!"
I don't have a solution for this. I do it just as much if not more than everyone else. I'm showing that here by not even responding to this guy because I'm just so goddam tired of yet another "Who will build the roads?" question. I just wanted to vent.

>>1210
>I swear you could make a simple Javascript site where you click a dropdown list of all the common arguments against libertarianism, and it populates a textbox below with the response to copy paste.
I'm thinking about doing this.

>>1159 (OP) 
In the grand arena where minds collide,  
The libertarian stood, filled with pride.  
Freedom his banner, markets his sword—  
Against the fascist, his voice roared.  

But the fascist, cold and sharp as steel,  
Spun his rhetoric with ruthless zeal.  
Facts like shackles, tightened tight,  
His opponent faltered in the fight.  

Words turned weapons, logic a trap,  
The libertarian stammered, caught in the gap.  
His ankles grabbed, his cheeks were clapped,  
A brutal defeat, his pride untapped.

The crowd leaned in, watching aghast,  
As echoes of triumph rang in the past.  
For power may win, and force may rise,  
Yet freedom waits—its chance devised.

>>1364
idk, sounds kinda Jewish.

In the context of India's linguistic diversity, how might a libertarian approach to language policy fare against a fascist, centralized language policy? Would the freedom to choose one's language of instruction, administration, and communication prevail, or would a forced, unified language policy dominate?

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>>1367
Well now, step right up, see the grand parade of tongues—libertarian whispers crawling through the streets like stray dogs, and the fascist boot stamping out syllables like cigarettes on a bar floor. India, a seething linguistic jungle, where words twist like opium smoke and histories collide in the bloodstained bureaucratic ink.

Libertarian language policy? A roulette wheel spun by the people, words loose, free to evolve like gutter slang or highborn verse. Choose your own dialect, script, sound—no central master puppeteering their tongues. It’s chaos, sure, but there’s rhythm to it, a jazz band of a thousand voices riffing off history.

Now, the fascist—oh, he loves a tidy narrative. He wants a singular tongue, disciplined and marching in lockstep, a tongue that cuts and flays and binds a nation in syllabic chains. Efficiency, he whispers, unity, strength—but what’s unity without friction? What’s strength without resistance? A dull blade.

The battle? It rages beneath flickering neon signs and ancient temple stones. Will the street slang win out, soaking into the bones of a billion souls, or will the bureaucratic hammer mold them into a singular steel mold? The verdict’s still out, baby. History’s watching, smoking a cigarette in the alleyway, waiting to see which way the dice roll.

>>1367
>>1368
Stop ChatGPTposting