The Three Beauties of Capitalism are Justice, Freedom and Happiness.
Justice, because in the free-market exchange between two willing vendors, one vending a commodity, the other vending the cash commodity, there is no coercion, and therefore each willing trades that which he does not want for that which he values much more highly. Justice too in that the cash commodity has in itself a true commodity value, if it is a metals certificate. However, when government fiat, or Stalin or Bernanke, says that the money only has value because the state says it has value, while it prints paper tickets up by the truckload, after forcing hard-working people to spend all their life’s energy accumulating a tiny pile of those paper-tickets — under such a system of legalized government looting, the money is always precarious, and there is no such thing as true leisure, the ability to contemplate nature with an untroubled mind, for the government can, overnight, completely destroy the value of all that accumulated labor which society’s straight-shooters have honestly produced. The back-shooters have won again.
Freedom is the next Beauty of Capitalism, the Freedom to spend the money commodity according to the values of the individual. Under Capitalism, the fellow who wants a new set of chrome wheels, or an acre of woodland and a tent, or a postage-stamp-size lot with the 4,000- square-foot eight-bedroom (with shop and guest house), can get it if he persists long enough and is ingenious enough to fill a demand arising from society, that vast miasma of conflicting desires, bathed in a cream of capitalist froth, united in the pluribus unum of the Dollar, and disunited in the billion and one dreams of the billion and one inhabitants of the earth. Under capitalism, the shopgirl gets her creme mousse rinse, the miser gets his bruised potatoes at half-off, and the billionaire misanthrope gets his seven-sections with a steel-reinforced bunker in the middle, barb-wire surrounding his “compound”. Under capitalism, the game is: whatever you want if you can find it on the market, and match the asking price with the cash commodity.
The Last Beauty of Capitalism is Happiness, the happiness of fulfilling whatever pressing need, or hedonistic desire, may arise on this journey tween the orgasm of one’s creation and the death rattle. It is far from the heady Happiness of philosophical contemplation, when the mind realizes a truth that it has never realized before, and a vast body of confusion resolves into a deep understanding of its structure. No, this is a simpler form of Happiness, the happiness of the child who says, “Mummy, buy me a soldier!” and has his wish fulfilled. Older children, bigger toys. The tin soldier gives way to the travel trailer and the Porsche, both of which cost as much as a section in Nevada.
Capitalism is the natural way of man. Now that the perversion of Keynesian Socialism, misnomered as Capitalism, has gained full hold of the entire Western World, Man will have to once more undergo the vast looting and legalized theft of the Socialists: that is the price of praising Obama and Bernanke. But the Socialist systems always collapse, usually fairly fast once the ball gets rolling, and the ball is rolling pretty fast now, as we can see from the roiling of the Bond and Gold pits. People will begin to wake up, as they are being looted, and the vast Bourgeois system of the spoilt-brats of the developed world continues to unravel. Life in Soviet Russia is coming to America, and fast.
Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwww! — Silverwolf