MUH FREEDOM TO BE STUCK IN TRAFFIC

Great take, we should take all the humans out of cities to make them even more car-friendly!

It worked for Radiator Springs!

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"It is impossible to fix that" ~citizens of the only country where it happens

Classic

Do you love cars more than people or something?

I like to model my problem solving with human needs as the goals and machines as tools to achieve that. The inverse you propose sounds awful

I don't know if you realize that you live in a society of humans, nor cars

That's an interesting way to phrase that. But indeed, cars and high population densities do not combine well.

I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief. “Bad news, detective. We got a situation.” “What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?” “Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.” The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?” “Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.” “Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.” He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.” “Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.” I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside. “Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t. “Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up. “Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?” It didn’t seem like they did. “Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.” Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing. I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it. “Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled. Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him. “Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen. I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!” He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose. “All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.” “Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy. “Because I was afraid.” “Afraid?” “Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.” I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head. “Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.” He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me for arresting him.

Reminds me of an article I read today: On german Autobahn there are cool signs here and there about the region e.g. beautiful landmarks. These signs used to cost 3000-4000€, but since Andreas Scheuer (think about him like a bitch for corporations) privatized the facility responsible for them, the cost has risen to 70000€ per sign and know it seems like they are getting abandoned.

It always comes down to the Austrian School. One of the worst things ever.

I was looking for this. This meme is not the own the author thinks it is. The people who follow this absolutely want to privatize that government road.

You write that like you’re being brave for saying one of the lamest, most self-centred take possible in such a short sentence.

May you ride eternal, shiny and chrome. I solved that shit by moving somewhere with trains, but you're on the money. My last car didn't even have power windows.

Then it should be every ten minutes instead of half hour...

Idk what to tell you, man, but "my local public transport isn't effective" is an argument against ineffective public transport, not an argument against the general concept

So you have a deeply specific personal issue that you’re desperate to make everyone else’s problem? Also buddy you don’t want to look up car death and injury statistics is safety is your concern.

Man, sounds like you need better public transport