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Capitalism’s Origin Story (or: How We All Became Landlords of Our Own Fleet)
Capitalism didn’t start with a boardroom. It started with some guy in the 1600s**—let’s call him Lockean Larry—planting a flag in a dirt patch and yelling, “ I mixed my labor with this mud! Now it’s mine!”
No kings. No permits. Just sweat, a shovel, and the world’s first Do Not Trespass side-eye.
The secret sauce?
Not theft, oh no!
Not force—just extreme pettiness.
You till the land? Yours.
You knit a sweater?
Yours.
You think about knitting a sweater? Congrats, you’ve just invented intellectual property. The state’s role? Stay out. Unless you’re asking for roads. Then suddenly we’re all “social contract" besties.
TL;DR: Capitalism is just homesteading with extra steps—where “I built this" beats “I took this”
In the PR war, a right to own stuff ends exactly where my right to not listen to a bogus pitch begins.