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26 Oct 2008
Scarcity is a Lie

There are enough resources in the world to satisfy everyone's needs.

Unlimited wants cannot be sated, but needs can. The idea of scarcity, which underlies all basic capitalist and socialist thinking, only applies when one wishes to acquire resources in excess of one's needs. If we, as a people, choose to share, rather than acquire, our needs can be met and we can live lives with dignity. They might be rough in some ways, but that roughness would only be evident to those previously familiar only with comfort attained with excessive use of resources.

I know Adam Smith said that by pursuing our self-interests we will benefit our neighbors, but I'd say that by pursuing a communal interest, in conjunction with one's neighbors, one will also benefit one's neighbors. We must all learn to fight the urge to take more of the world than is needed, or more than what is our fair share of the excess resources to enjoy as stewards of this world. For we are stewards, not permanent residents.

by Dean Webb

07 Oct 2008

(with apologies, again, to Lewis Carroll...)

`Twas Tober, and the politishmoes

Did gyre and gimble on the waves:

All mimsy were the newsyshows,

And the rovekarls outgrabe.

"Beware the Republocrat, my son!

The laws that bite, the porks that tax!

Beware the Wonkwonk bird, and shun

The frumious Lobbysacks!"

He took his legthal gun in hand:

Long time the spendsome foe he sought --

So rested he by the Polpoll tree,

And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in istish thought he stood,

The Republocrat, with eyes of death,

Came guzzling through the fugly wood,

And frozzled with each breath!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The legthal gun went blimmy-blome!

He left it bled, and without dread

He went galumphing home.

"Thinkest thou's slain the Repoblocrat?

Tis harder than that, beamish lad!

Deficits you'll forever pay!'

He chortled - they were had!

`Twas brillig, and the politishmoes

Did gyre and gimble on the waves;

All mimsy were the newsyshows,

And the rovekarls outgrabe.

by Dean Webb

Posted at:10 Jan 2009 06:22:26 PM

No Words portraits and romantic illustrations.

What's there to say?

I got words and pictures.

I got a message board.

Like I said, what's there to say?