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day the libertarian happened upon a babe. It was scarely a year old,
and had been discarded, laying on the ground. It was obvious that the
baby desired milk, or some other form of food. The libertarian knelt and
looked the child in its watery eyes.
"Child," said the
libertarian, "I cannot give you food. To do so would only encourage your
dependency on me and create a downward spiral leading to an inevitable
welfare state. You must learn to fend for yourself, without handouts."
The
child soon died. Sadly, the libertarian shook his head. It was a
tragedy that the child had to die, but it was his own fault. If only
babies could be more like him--fully grown and in full control of their
own faculties. The libertarian was not worried, though, for he knew that
once the weak babies had died out only the strong babies would be left,
and that those strong babies would from birth comprehend the importance
of a free market. And the libertarian smiled, for he knew that it was
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