In ancapistan, if you have no property, you have no rights
Ancaps often declare, "All rights are property rights." I was thinking about this the other day, in the context of running into libertarians online who insisted that libertarianism supports "the freedom of movement," and realized that this principle actually entails that people without property have no rights at all, let alone any right to "freedom of movement." Of course, immediately, any ancap readers still left here are going to say, "Wait a second! Everyone owns his own body! And so everyone at least has the right to not have his body interfered with." Well, that is true... except that in ancapistan, one has no right to any place to put that body, except if one owns property, or has the permission of at least one property owner to place that body on her land. So, if one is landless and penniless, one had sure better hope that there are kindly disposed property owners aligned in a corridor from wherever one happens to be to wherever the...
Yeah, but if that's real wood and not particle board, you should snap it up.
ReplyDeleteYeah, but if that's real wood and not particle board, you should snap it up.
ReplyDeleteWe had one of those in my house when I was growing up, along with an old Hi-Fi system with 8-track; and a console stereo with 8-track, turntable, radio band-tuner, full EQ and old-school VU meters for each channel.
ReplyDeleteWhen my parents finally upgraded, I asked if they could keep the console stereo, and they did. It sat for years in the unfinished room in the basement until one day I came home and noticed that it was gone.
I swear, that thing had the thickest, smoothest, and richest tone that I've ever heard. When you'd blast it, you'd get the warmest analogue distortion ever, which is actually very pleasing to the ear (so long as you didn't push the amp too far). It was somewhat chambered and open inside (like a giant speaker box), so the speakers tended to really reflect the bass just right (even on songs where the bass is hidden in the mix).
I remember distinctly that that thing caused my first instance of noticing the mix of a song--not just hearing the individual instruments themselves, but also the stuff on the production and technical side of things--and I think that it was what ultimately made me want to play the bass guitar (or any instrument).
Thanks for the trip down memory lane, Gene, that's just what I needed today.