August 2012

Technical difficulties at Reuters have temporarily erased my archives from the internet, so I am posting some of my hits here. From February 2012

Somewhere way in the recesses of my mind before I kicked off my Sunday hostess gig at the FireDogLake  with the below takedownette of Daniel Altman's new ebookella, an odd little half-flicker of a brainwave caused me to suspect that a younger Moe in the throes of a commensurate stretch of sexual deprivation might have at least worked a bit in the process of trashing his book.

Yesterday I wrote a post about neoliberalism as a niche marketing strategy in which Ludwig von Mises was the public intellectual positioned to appeal to your fascist granddad. He made Ayn Rand cry in public, he served on the editorial board of the John Birch Society magazine, and he stormed out of rooms of his fellow fascists denouncing Milton Friedman as a closet Bolshevik.