In the arena where Libertarian philosophy is debated in bloody bouts to the death, a night-watchman state (some people prefer the term Minachist state) is a theoretical model for a state whose ONLY function is to provide its citizenry with police, courts and prisons. And maybe a defense force (to protect it from other states that have a less ‘live and let live’ approach). The state would therefore be responsible for protecting citizens from assault, breach of contract and enforcing property rights.


The term Nachtwächterstaat was coined by German socialist Ferdinand Lassalle in an 1862 speech in Berlin. He criticized the bourgeois liberal limited government state, comparing it to a night-watchman whose sole duty was preventing theft. The phrase quickly caught on as a description of capitalist government, even as liberalism began to mean a more progressive state. Ludwig von Mises later opined that Lassalle tried to make limited government look ridiculous, but that it was no more ridiculous than governments that concerned themselves with “the preparation of sauerkraut, with the manufacture of trouser buttons, or with the publication of newspapers”. Proponents of the Night-watchman state are minarchists, a contraction of “minimum” and -archy. Arche ) is a Greek word which came to mean “first place, power”, “method of government”, “empire, realm”, “authorities” (in plural: ἀρχαί), “command” The word “minarchist” was coined by Samuel Edward Konkin III in 1980. – Wikipedia

I REALLY like this concept of government. Everything else from health care to infrastructure would be left to local communities to decide for themselves. This is likely as far as I can bend my mind towards Anarcho-capitalism. (even if I am sympathetic to their ideals) Of course communities should be able to ‘opt-out’ of the Nightwatchmen state if they so desire (and they feel they can make something else work with the resources they have available) and either go more anarcho-capitalist or more controlled/socialist, as long as freedom of movement is a thing and they still adhere to and respect property rights and contracts, and obviously don’t try to inflict their ideology on their neighbors.

I also use the term ‘police’ in the opening paragraph quite loosely since I feel the concept of a community ‘sheriff’ type system to be superior form of law enforcement than a state run organization. Courts and Prisons are the only two that I think need to work a little differently. I don’t really like the idea of privately owned prisons (I don’t think anyone thinks this is a good idea, unless there is a massive public oversight component, and lets be honest, for the most part our interest in people we deem antithetical to the norms of our society starts to wane fairly rapidly). That and I think courts and our ability to resolve disputes between parties should always work independently from the ‘state’ or leadership and be sufficiently transparent and easy understand.

Massive countries and states are hard to manage and hugely inefficient. I’m inclined to believe a smaller community based societies would work much better because it harnesses our natural human instincts, ie our competitiveness (to improve and be better than our peers over yonder) and selfishness (we are more inclined to spend money if we see the benefits in our own community).

People are inclined to think this level community involvement and how we manage ourselves is unrealistic, because, well, people are lazy and so we farm out our responsibility to a bureaucratic class. This… may actually be a fair criticism and is also the reason that fans of libertarianism are largely dominated by entrepreneurs, freelancers and self starters who are inclined to believe everyone thinks the way they do. They struggle to understand people who wouldn’t want some level of self determination and responsibility for their fate.

There is also the criticism that successful communities would be over burdened by migration while poorer communities with less resources would just continue to decline. I’m inclined to see how things work out and that the ebb and flow of supply and demand would likely balance things out in the long term. But… people are loathed to trust in the economics and contentiously try and tweak and game the system, when they should just trust in the awesomeness.


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Abortion is likely the most divisive topic of conversation I can have with myself. The truth is, I have no idea what my position should be on this and I tend to oscillate between positions depending on… well… actually it probably depends on what the majority of people around me think. I will usually take on the contrarian position, because generally speaking, my go-to modus operandi is always to be at right angles to what everyone else is doing. When one is alone with no-one around to antagonize, things become less clear…



Since we have to start somewhere let me start by saying that I find any society that touts the killing of their own progeny as some sort of achievement and peddled as progress is a little dark. That somehow doesn’t sit well with me. I realize that there is Realpolitik to living that involves compromise, but this feels like quite a deviation from the spirit of humanism and that we as the guardians of (I want to say ‘galaxy’ here)… humanity should only take up inflicting demise under extremely dire circumstances. Surely as our end goal we want to eliminate death and suffering? I mean when we talk about macro-economic end goals? I know these things tend to shift around and I may not be current on humanities end game scenario.

Admittedly our lives are all about death. Our very existence requires lots of other stuff to die. Each of us is responsible for so much death, should it ever he presented to us visually (all at once) we would like balk at the sheer scale of our individual destruction. From the microbial life in our intestine that we decimate every time we reach for an antibiotic to the dairy cows we grind up for hamburgers when their artificially induced milk production starts to slow. For us to live, other stuff needs to suffer and die. Eventually, on a long enough time scale all humans will cease to be anyway, so really, whats a couple more living cells that have come together, that will, if left to their own devices become a human?

Besides, if that child is unwanted isn’t it better to not have lived at all than to experience a world full of hardship and suffering? On my better days I am inclined to reject nihilism… because, well… I quite like my life. I am very grateful to be alive (even though I don’t always show it). Its been quite an experience. I have never really suffered though… and I don’t know if a miserable life would alter my perception of this. In any event, life having gained a beachhead in the form of some dividing cells… I think its quite mean to deny that thing a shot at the ‘life experience’… if it finds life (later on) to be disagreeable it can always just kill itself.

Of course, offspring affect the living. (with their annoying needs). There are economic, psychologically, physiological and environmental needs to consider. Unwanted humans cause massive societal concerns, totally better if they were never around in the first place. That way their burdensome meat sack status doesn’t subtract from my life experience. I’ll have more money, more space, the planet will likely get completely fucked a little slower and my planned (and desired) progeny will have a much better time of it. This seems like a total win.

In effect aren’t we just implementing a Thanos-ian type effect of having half the planet just simply disappear. I mean, when you consider aborted babies don’t make more babies. In an ecosystem that is starting to get out of sync isn’t the right decision to ‘trim’ the population down to a more manageable size? I mean this happens in nature all the time. Plus we’ve been practicing infanticide and senicide since forever, seriously, our nomadic ancestors would be exceptionally confused by our reticence to just not murder everyone. Its only relatively recently that we’ve decided that killing all those that vex us shouldn’t necessarily be our go to solution. (Admittedly this not yet a universal maxim)

Then I suppose, there is the personal responsibility aspect of this whole thing. And that… well… children is not something you can just catch brushing up against someone on the subway (shudder). Yes, this is not always a consenting arrangement among a male and female… but… I’m inclined to believe, that statistically, it usually is. When you engage in a reproductive function for fun… and the end result is… strangely enough reproduction we feel incredibly hard done by. We do the thing that we know causes a likely outcome but then rage against the outcome when it deviates from what we were expecting. In many other scenarios we would likely call this insanity. But you know… we like getting our thing wet.

Of course only one person in the copulation equation has to bear the outcome of said friskiness. The male of the species can just shrug and walk away. Sorry about that. And that doesn’t seem like a particularly equitable outcome. So that swings me back in the direction of death again. That and I hate being legislated to. Having your shitty life expectations thrust on me and that people with guns will come and lock me up, if I deviated from that narrow path needs to resisted. Although this may result in not only me being deprived my liberty but I may also potentially lose my life.

In the end I don’t think its right to inflict your ideology and personal philosophy on anyone else. You’re more than welcome to try and persuade me that your ideas are superior to my current understanding (and hopefully you act as a paragon of  your ideology and I may want to emulate you because of this), just as long as you understand that I have the right to go tell you to go get fucked.

In closing I likely I fall on the pro-choice side of things for everyone else. For me, personally, I am pro-life. I think that’s allowed.

Clearly its now a brawl…

Throwback Thursday. Joey losing his temper during what was supposed to be light sparring… I think I got rocked throwing that halfhearted leg kick… (We had agreed on 25% power before the bout which is why I wasn’t taking it particularly seriously) you can see me instinctively backing myself up into the corner so I can use the wall defensively to steady myself. I also get those 12oz gloves up pretty quick. Ha ha. Once I’m in the corner and had completed a rudimentary damage assessment (hey I’m still conscious) I clearly decided ‘fuck this’…

Its pretty crap recording and the sound lags. Probably recorded on a Blackberry. I don’t even remember this guys name. I clinch… cupping him behind his head, which protects me from his right hand and then start funneling in those upper cuts.

I give him kudos for the single leg take down, the right move under the circumstances. Cracked him with an elbow though after the take down and manage to pull guard, which although it didn’t look like a hard blow, cut him just inside his hairline.

I throw some pretty horrifically loose punches towards the end though. *whinces* Its hard watching. Started to get tired after scrambling up from the ground…

We had a rule at our gym. No one breaks up a fight, if it goes to a brawl, that’s what happens. Go until you get knocked out or tap out.

Good times.

Owl by myself…

Don’t wanna be…

I have a family of barn owls that live in my warehouse. They roost up where the I-beam meets one of the inner walls. There is a gap in the brickwork there and they seem to have contentedly set up a baby owl production line in there.

Every couple of months the juveniles get kicked out of the nest and are forced to experience the reality of existence. This is always a bit of a problematic time period for me, because juvenile barn owls are… how do I put this politely… really stupid. That and my warehouse (during the day at least) isn’t exactly the optimal training ground to hotdog around in and ‘buzz’ the tower (if you know what I mean). 


In any event, this one was especially dense. He kept flying into walls and knocking himself unconscious. I actually thought he was injured because he was really struggling to get airborne… and when he did achieve some level of altitude he’d fly straight into a wall. Eventually I’d had enough of his shenanigans, grabbed him and boxed him.

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My friend is a vet. She’s also does falcon… eh… ry? That is a thing right? A person with a leather glove and falcon who kill lesser creatures for sport? So has experience with raptors. And raptors and owls are similar right? I think an owl might even be a raptor… I am remarkably ignorant when it comes to nature. In any event I took it there so she could examine it.

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Physically its fine. Mentally is a bit of an unknown. She’ll keep it overnight for observation, feed and hydrate it and then I’ll bring it back here tomorrow and it can roam around here over the weekend and get a feel for his wingspan and orientate himself with the unyielding stationary nature of certain objects.

Anyways, this is my good deed done for the day. I feel like I should fire someone to bring some balance back to the force…

*shakes the magic pinky jar on his desk* ‘Who should I fire?’

Hmmm. Cloudy.

Less helpful than anticipated.


The definition of hysteria




*rubs his eyes*

I offer proof that the UK has now, officially and in no under certain terms, lost its mind completely. Sure glad that dangerous spoon is off the ‘streets’. And those bread knives. And that letter opener. And that fencing foil…



Reality check

Sorry kid. There’s no going back. Once the party’s over, its over.


I mean in a Freudian sense you spend at least some portion of your adult life trying get back to that point… but really its all simulacrum.

Its even worse when you yourself have your own kids and you’re suddenly smacked about the face with the reality of mammary glands and their (purely) utilitarian function as a source of nutrition for the progeny you helped create. (for me anyways) Procreation meant getting dealt a massive hand of creep factor and I suddenly felt a lot less inclined to put mouth to nipple. I feel like something has shifted now (in my brain) and that, that particular life goal has been irrevocably taken off the menu.

Reality sucks.