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]
|
Samizdata quote of the day I can not imagine anything that would give me more pleasure than to buy you a beer in a thousand years’ time.
– Michael Jennings, possibly exaggerating somewhat given the pleasure that might be imagined available over the next 1000 years.
|
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.
|
I hope by then I can get a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster instead of a beer.
Nothing wrong with beer, I’m just sayin’.
Two beers?
∞ Beers
Tman: on Mars, too, preferably.
Martini?
I have become less of a wine person and more of a beer person as I have got older. Not sure quite why or how, really.
What beer? They’ll have banned it again by then.
JP wants a Martini. Quelle surprise!
Is Rich Rostrum riffing on Conan-Doyle. Holmes bribes a guttersnipe for info in “Sign of Four” by offering the kid a shilling. So Holmes asks if there is anything the young street Arab wants more than a shilling and the answer comes back, “Two Shillings”. Holmes of course obliges and the case is brought to a conclusion.
We have faced this important issue on Samizdata before, of course.
If a person actually lived a thousand years, swallowing a pleasant liquid might be the only pleasureable capability left…
NickM: the boy is no guttersnipe – he’s the child of Mr. and Mrs. Mordecai Smith. Mrs. Smith was giving him a bath when Holmes and Watson came by. Two shillings was a lot of money to give a six-year-old child – about equal to ten pounds today.
BTW, my name is Rostrom. That’s my sore toe. Please don’t tread on it.