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Every generation of economists, Rothbard notes, hunts for the next culminating doctrine after Keynes, and in the late 1970s supply-side economics seemed to furnish it, though without a systematic treatise, a single major theorist, or real doctrinal unity. This polemic grants the movement its one valid point, that lower marginal tax rates can spur work, saving, and investment, then attacks the fiscal myth grafted onto it: the Laffer Curve promise that tax cuts will pay for themselves and erase deficits with no confrontation over government spending. Supply-siders, he argues, are closer to Keynesians than they admit, tolerating deficits and cheap money while dressing managed currency in gold symbolism. Through Jude Wanniski's populism he exposes a doctrine that flatters voters by promising mutually inconsistent goods at once.

For the “gold standard” they want provides only the illusion of a gold standard without the substance.

When flight delays snarled American airports in 1984, the press told a tidy story of wise government-business cooperation reining in airlines that had over-scheduled peak hours. Rothbard reverses the causation. The congestion, he argues, was not a failure of deregulation but the reappearance of cartel policy: after the Civil Aeronautics Board was abolished, the FAA picked up its restrictive function, imposing flight ceilings in the name of scarce controllers left short by the PATCO firings. That incumbents like Eastern Airlines, facing People's Express at Newark, welcomed the quotas gives the piece its public-choice edge. A persistent shortage, Rothbard reminds the reader, signals a price held below the market-clearing level, here because airports are government-owned. His remedy is market-clearing slot fees, privatized airports, and privatized air-traffic control.

Whenever economists see a shortage, they are trained to look immediately for the maximum price control below the free-market price.

The plain-paper copier grew so familiar that its maker's name nearly became a verb, yet the Xerox 914 began, Rothbard reminds us, as a long-shot gamble no giant would take. Eastman Kodak, IBM, and government laboratories all passed on Chester Carlson's process; the lone patent attorney ran his first experiments in an apartment kitchen in 1938, and it was Haloid, a firm with under seven million dollars in sales, that spent twenty million over twelve years to bring the machine to market. Rothbard refuses a heroic tale, though: the challenger becomes the giant, then the pressured incumbent as Japanese rivals erode its share, before its Marathon copiers claw back ground. Competition, on this telling, is a process no firm ever escapes.

Small business can outcompete, and outinnovate, the giants.

Call a tax deduction a subsidy and you have already conceded that the government owns your income; that buried premise is what Rothbard drags into the light in this brief attack on the Reagan administration's plan to end the deductibility of state and local taxes from federal returns. A subsidy, he insists on its plain meaning, is Peter taxed to fund Paul; allowing a taxpayer to surrender less of his own earnings is nothing of the kind. Behind the tax-expenditure vocabulary and the talk of fair shares he sees a device that turns taxpayers against one another, policing each other's alleged privileges instead of uniting against extraction itself. The real objective, he argues, is not revenue-neutral symmetry but lowering the coerced burden for everyone.

How can allowing you to keep more of your own money be called a “subsidy?”

Near-unanimous praise across the ideological spectrum should make anyone suspicious, Rothbard warns, and the Treasury's 1986 flat-tax draft earns exactly that suspicion. His decisive move is to invert the meaning of tax complexity: the code is tangled because households and firms have fought to shelter income from confiscation, so the deductions and exclusions the reformers deplore are defensive walls, not clutter. Simplification, he shows, would tax capital gains as ordinary income, invent imputed rent for homeowners who cannot pay in imputed dollars, and strip depletion and medical deductions, imposing real losses merely for the sake of symmetry. Tax lawyers and accountants he recasts as locks and fences, rational defenses against seizure. True simplicity, the essay concludes, would come only from abolishing the income tax altogether.

Complexity is good if it allows you to keep more of your own money.

At issue is whether entrepreneurship can be prised apart from uncertainty, capital, and ownership, a quarrel internal to the Austrian school that Rothbard resolves firmly in favor of Mises. Against Israel Kirzner, who reduces the entrepreneur to alertness toward opportunities already lying in plain sight, he insists that profit and loss flow from judgment under uncertain future conditions: the stock speculator and the employer both commit resources now and can be proved wrong. The Kirznerian entrepreneur who owns nothing and risks nothing is dismissed as an abstraction, since profits are only ever changes in the value of owned assets. A closing section recasts Schumpeter as a Walrasian who mistook general equilibrium for a real state and made inflationary bank credit the engine of development.

He is a free-floating wraith, disembodied from real objects.

Divestment campaigns, embargoes, and bans on the Krugerrand swept American campuses in the mid-1980s, and Rothbard, professing abhorrence of apartheid, warns that they would fall hardest on the black South African workers they meant to rescue. His method is to convert a moral crusade into a question of incidence: withdrawing foreign firms, often the better-paying employers, lowers the demand for labor and so cuts jobs and wages. He attacks the rhetoric of collective sacrifice, the equivocal "we" that quietly assigns the cost to people never consulted. Underneath runs his libertarian theory of racism: in a free market, employers who refuse productive black workers pay for it in lost profits, and only the state can socialize the cost of discrimination and entrench an apartheid system.

The growth of capitalism in South Africa will do far more to end apartheid than the futile and counterproductive grandstanding of American liberals.

Drought, the newspapers said, had starved Ethiopia; Rothbard answers that famine is a political artifact, manufactured wherever states cripple agriculture. Written amid the 1980s relief debate, the essay borrows a class-conflict vocabulary and turns it against Marxism: the exploiters are not capitalists but the urban bureaucrats, planners, and party clients who tax, requisition, and collectivize the peasantry until food output collapses. Pre-Communist Russia exported grain while the Soviet Union imported it; Ethiopia and Mozambique starve under Marxist-Leninist rule. Because international food aid passes through the very governments that engineered the scarcity, Rothbard rejects it as a remedy, arguing that only private property, market prices, and the liberation of farmers from state command can restore abundance.

The root of famine lies not in the gods or in the stars but in the actions of man.

When New York's reservoirs ran low in 1985 and City Hall began policing lawn sprinklers, car washes, and air conditioners, Rothbard saw not a natural drought but a manufactured shortage. His argument turns on pricing: tenants pay nothing per unit and landlords pay flat fees, so no one meets a signal to conserve, and the municipal monopoly, priced politically rather than economically, predictably runs dry. Government then declines to let the price clear the market, preferring coercive rationing that lets it, in his phrase, push people around while draping itself in the language of shared sacrifice. A satirical California interlude, where a drought agency becomes a flood-control office once the rains come, drives home how elastic emergencies are. The remedy is to raise the price, and ultimately to privatize supply.

Governments are invariably at war with their consumers.

A week at a lakeside hotel in northern Poland, March 1986, becomes the occasion for a compressed meditation on communism, censorship, and civil society. Rothbard finds a country he calls a giant slum yet intellectually the freest in the Soviet bloc, where a conference on economics could proceed so long as the paper titles stayed 'ideologically neutral', a theatrical constraint the actual discussion cheerfully ignored. Antony Flew's defense of property and markets scandalizes no one; the assembled scholars, ranging from libertarian to dissident Marxist, share an unmistakable contempt for the regime. The sharpest moment reverses the Cold War hierarchy, when a Polish professor cannot believe Rothbard's report that Americans often trust their government's propaganda. A closing banquet toast to a free, sovereign, and Catholic Poland, joined even by the government's watching agent, gives the essay its quiet irony.

There is no other country in the Soviet orbit at which a conference of this sort could possibly be held.

Not since 1933, when Roosevelt repudiated the gold standard and confiscated the public's coins, had Americans been able to hold gold money, so the American Eagle, struck in September 1986, earns Rothbard's cautious applause. He treats the coin as a test of whether symbolic remonetization can become genuine reform, and detects the Treasury's hand in its $50 legal-tender face value, set many times below the market price of an ounce so that no rational debtor would ever spend it. The essay's governing distinction separates denationalizing gold, prising it out of Fort Knox into private hands, from the harder work of denationalizing the dollar: binding the name irrevocably to a fixed weight of gold, liquidating the Federal Reserve, and ending fiat discretion. The coin is praised only as an opening.

At the designated rate, who would choose to pay their creditors in $4,200 of gold to discharge a $500 debt?

Blame for the vanishing whale and the emptied fisheries is usually laid at the door of capitalist greed; Rothbard reverses the charge, arguing that depletion follows from absent or insecure property rights rather than from private ownership. An owner conserves because present extraction lowers the capital value of what remains, whereas officials who control but do not own, and firms that merely lease from government, have every incentive to strip a resource before someone else does. He traces the ruin of the nineteenth-century western grasslands to a federal homestead unit of 160 acres, sized for eastern farms and hopeless in arid ranching country. Extending the argument from land to water, he casts aquaculture as the aquatic parallel to agriculture and reads rejection of the Law of the Sea Treaty as a chance to escape global bureaucratic ownership.

Their every incentive is to loot the resource as quickly as possible.