Save us business men, you warriors for freedom

I long for the day when men of business are in control of everything. When that happens we can be sure that only the best goods and services will be available. When business men compete they always have at the forefront of their minds: "How can I do better?" And this competitive spirit, with one business man struggling to better another business man, will undoubtedly result in only the best quality goods and services for us consumers. Be gone vile governments, with your corpulent inefficiencies and bureaucratic waste! Let the humble man of the market in so that he might offer us something better. Thinking about a world run by men in the uniform of the suit brings a tear to my eye and a boner to my pants, so excited do I get by the thought.

You see, business men can only think about one thing: Quality. They wouldn't put to market any old piece of shit just to make money. They are guided by principles, indeed, the highest moral principles one can fathom in these faulty human reasoning devices we call brains. It's the sacred right to buy and sell, because ultimately life consists in just this. When I wake up in the morning I think to myself, "What goods and services will I sample today?" Sometimes I even think, "Perhaps I have a good or service that I might humbly put to market. Perhaps, if the demand for my product is there, I too can contribute to this heaven on earth of buying and selling."

But you know, human society is still far from perfect. Alas, many, many business men have their greatest dreams thwarted by obsolete notions of fairness and justice embodied by the nation state. The nation state checks their freedoms, constrains their ability to offer the best products possible. If only they could better serve the consuming folk, but no, governments will not allow it. Governments say, "The world is not your playground business men, it is not yours to manipulate like play-doh, not everything is about ledgers filled with black and red ink." But it is! That is why governments are on the downward slope to obsolescence. The time will come when they are represented by a skeleton in a museum, a museum that relies not on public endowments, but on the clever outwitting of one business man over another. What wonders will exist when packaged by the competitive market men? The great, unknown future will be one where men of business compete to their little hearts' content, filling, absolutely stuffing the market of society with unimaginable and necessary products to make life worth living.