An excellent holiday present for us all, from my friend Sarah: a free-market take on the classic Grinch tale. A taste of its poetic deliciousness to entice you to click through and read the whole poem:
Then he walked right inside. Didn’t ring, didn’t knock.
(Property rights are respected by folks who read Locke.)
Then he slithered and slunk, that legislation-mad demon,
Around the whole room, and he took every freedom!
Cigars! Motorcycles! The schools! And their guns!
Freedom to travel! He took every one
And he made regulations
to stop them all. (Grinches adore legislation.)
Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the trans-fat!
He took the raw milk! And the sauerkraut vat!
He cleaned out the fridge; took their bathtub-brewed booze.
Why, that Grinch even took their last freedom to choose!
Love, love, love.