We are developing the social individualist meta-context for the future. From the very serious to the extremely frivolous... lets see what is on the mind of the Samizdata people.
Samizdata, derived from Samizdat /n. - a system of clandestine publication of banned literature in the USSR [Russ.,= self-publishing house]
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More demented dadaism I was going to churn out another paean to blowing up tyrants just to cement my credentials as a dangerous heretic in certain libertarian circles, when macho testosterone crazed samizdatista extraordinare, Gabriel Syme burst in though a window and seized my keyboard, compelling me to ‘write something different’ instead. As one look at Gabriel’s bloodshot eyes made it clear that he has been mainlining granulated Hunter S. Thompson books, I though it prudent to play along, humour him and not make any sudden moves.
Seeing as Brian felt the need to link to a song on the best bonkers site on the internet, I feel I must link to this treasure on the same site as it was pointed out to me by the inimitable Syme.
Now as soon as he stops fiddling with that large Nepalese knife I keep on the wall, I will try and slip out unnoticed and contact my Samoan lawyer for advise.
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Who Are We? The Samizdata people are a bunch of sinister and heavily armed globalist illuminati who seek to infect the entire world with the values of personal liberty and several property. Amongst our many crimes is a sense of humour and the intermittent use of British spelling.
We are also a varied group made up of social individualists, classical liberals, whigs, libertarians, extropians, futurists, ‘Porcupines’, Karl Popper fetishists, recovering neo-conservatives, crazed Ayn Rand worshipers, over-caffeinated Virginia Postrel devotees, witty Frédéric Bastiat wannabes, cypherpunks, minarchists, kritarchists and wild-eyed anarcho-capitalists from Britain, North America, Australia and Europe.
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LOL. Fear and loathing in London, eh?
Large Nepalese knife??
As your attorney I advise you to climb out the bathroom window and shinny down the drainpipe.
I was a click away from Samizdata when the mescaline kicked in.
I think the Scared Little Boy one is the best.
A Frightened Boy, rather.
My children and I laughed SO HARD at both songs you all posted links to.
Thanks for a light moment or two on here.