Not Trading Away Dealing
Liberals tell us everyone else is afraid of what they don’t know. Then they shriek about decadent kulak tyrannical tycoons daring to thrive by mugging willing patrons. Projection is only the first problem. The process’s demonizers don’t grasp what the economy is, but they’re otherwise close to pecuniary security. It’s shocking that people who spend trillions taken from taxpayers on nothing are bad at earning.
Sit home and demand more payments. Maintain your ideal negotiating position. Charging ransom for existing is the ’20s mentality that treats showing up to work as an honor. Claim retailers are holding products hostage unless their demands for payment are met.
Business is not a machine that lets owners plate cabinets with platinum merely by being powered up. Oh, right: they’re creating things. It’s not either cruel fate or thieving manipulation that enables extra zeroes. We tried turning it off and on again only to find the heartless behemoth didn’t power up easily. The humming beast enriching conglomerates keeps shelves from looking lonely.
The virus era spread the diseased notion that government can dole out whatever’s required after flipping the switch. Claiming financial villains treasured running their enterprises more than humans living ignores how the latter keep people alive. A little deal sounds exploitative until realizing everyone else rightfully expects something back.
Wondering where food is supposed to come from is for advanced students. Remedial students of humanity conclude it’s the government, which is why every lucky Soviet Union citizen enjoyed every glorious turnip. Why aren’t those compassionate enemies of accumulating lucre still around? I bet capitalists bankrupted the loving sharing nation out of jealousy.
Wondering how we get anything is one way to maintain childlike wonder. It’d still be better to retain the basics. Interaction with cashiers offer the opportunity to work on manners.
Satisfying each other’s needs only sounds filthy. It can be if you’re into that. But that’s up to players. The great thing about free markets is that everyone is participating willingly. We only ask that freaks close the blinds.
Treating profit as a swear word has cursed us. I wish productivity’s foes hated anything as much as they do sellers getting a little more than they spent on inventory. Those selfishly compensated will in turn use that to buy items or services of need or interest. It’s almost like everyone’s working together. An economy offers the cooperation central planners claim to desire. To them, the problem is they’re not supervising transactions.
Greed is someone other than you making money. Everyone else has some nerve collecting rewards for being useful. Honorary East Germans are horrified by profits, which as a reminder are handed over freely. Grifters who think outposts exist to distribute salaries think they can get avarice out of this whole money claptrap, which to them means not having to display competence.
I’m not saying uninformed customers are a little dim, but they never think to spend where they wish. Sophisticated political theorists think corporations dominate our lives. You can’t just shop somewhere else, and we should really change that law. Unfortunately, corporations won’t allow mean Republicans to permit fiscal dissent. Driving to a different store is unlike the monolithic government they beg to dominate them.
Profits disappear for lousy sellers. That doesn’t just mean the government: it also applies to concerns that can’t meet concerns. The difference is one must fear going bust without revolution. Black holes of commerce warp the procedure by presuming outlets exploit the populace by peddling stuff people like so much they’ll hand over currency. Said stuff was once worth something before professional shoplifters stole what everyone couldn’t afford.
A fairly high percentage of people have to work. This world is really mean that way. But attempting to evade its parameters only makes life more challenging. That’s what liberalism is, and I’m sure it’s about to turn out universal happiness next time.
Those who cherish having paper which can be dealt for possessions end up going to some stupid job with people and things. But an existence where one must create value in order to get anything in return is not all that bad. Laborers get to do something they’re capable of performing and get paid in currency that’s worth more than the time spent monitoring Facebook for important updates about Crumbl’s weekly flavors.
Capitalism is not a system. There’s no competition for competing. The normal course of life involves giving something in exchange for wanting something. Anything that infringes upon your right to peddle what you wish harms humans in concept and practice. The only thing those who don’t contribute generate is a goofy concept about prosperity’s source. Vying for consumers reduces inefficiency, according to those who tried to get rich by printing bills.
Trade for what you wish. And don’t wait for permission granted in the previous sentence. I want to avoid alarming you, but you don’t have everything you require or desire. You will have to restock the pantry or at least go back to Sonic. The ceaseless need for obtaining feels rapacious. But the beef is with reality.
Using a John Lennon song as the new constitution hasn’t prompted as much bliss as anticipated. By contrast, America’s original rule book remains suited toward people who realize attempting to evade prices only increases them. We’re probably going to have to acquire energy and maintain a dwelling and could use other items such as garments and a screen to view Cobra Kai.
Those disgusted by entrepreneurship inadvertently concede personal uselessness. The ironically selfish need government to properly redistribute what was unfairly distributed to cheaters who worked hard and smart. It’s the same way the allegedly compassionate never conceive of donating voluntarily.
Everyone benefits, which ticks off some beneficiaries. Cash for completing tasks is as fun as amassing desired belongings for handing over cash. The owner and employee both get something. Isn’t that nice? Outrage because the person who took risks, envisioned something the public wanted to buy, and guides the course gets to live in a fancier ZIP code will surely improve one’s own lot.
Inferior, defective, or otherwise bad goods get eliminated from the sales floor. By contrast, you must buy if Washington’s selling junk. That’s the only scenario where it’s true.
