Bob Free in Liberty Land
Bob Free woke up, and began to get ready for work. In the bathroom, he turned on the shower faucets, but nothing came out except a barckish stream that quickly petered out. No water came out of the faucets in the sink, either.
He called his water company.
“Hold the line a moment, Mr. Free,” the operator said.
Then Jim Liquidity, the owner of the water company, came on the line.
Free explained the problem.
“There is no mechanical problem, Bob,” Liquidity told Free. “I’ve canceled your contract with us, and cut off your water supply.”
“But why?”
“Because I don’t like the cut of your jib, Bob. I don’t want your business.”
Free protested, but Liquidity cut him off, saying, “It has come to my attention that you are a Negro, Bob. I didn’t know that when I agreed to sell water to you. I don’t sell to Negroes. Sorry.”
“I’ll take you to court!” Free raged.
“Bob, all the courts are privatized now. The one I’ve hired naturally supports all my claims. What else would they do, given that I pay their bills?”
Free spluttered in frustration, but Liquidity cut him off, saying: “Bob, we live in Liberty Land. There are at least 15 other water companies vying for your business. I’m sure not all of them hate Negroes, and would be willing to sell water to you. I suggest you try one of them.”
“But it will take a few days to hook up new water service! What am I supposed to do in the meantime? Go without water?”
“That’s your problem, Bob. Remember, you don’t have a right to water. All you — all any of us — have is a right to life (thought not health care or even drinking water), a right to liberty and a right to private property.”
“How do you figure those are the only rights we have?”
“Bob, it’s self-evident. Natural rights, and those three particular rights only, are axiomatically true. Libertarianism is like Euclid’s theorem.”
“You’re a lunatic,” Free said.
“By the way, Bob, there is something else you should know.”
“What?”
“I’ve branched out from the water business into the sidewalk business. I’ve bought up all the toll sidewalks that surround your house.”
“So?”
“I don’t want you walking on the toll sidewalks, Bob. The electronic toll booths have been programmed to disable you charge card. Any attempt by you to walk on my sidewalks will constitute trespassing, a punishable offense because if you walk on the sidewalks that I own, you will violate my natural rights.”
“But I have to walk on at least one of them,” Free pointed out. They surround my house."
“That’s really not my problem, Bob.”
"B-ut," Free spluttered into the phone, "I'm late for a lecture on the invalidity of the labor theory of value!"
However, Liquidity had hung up.
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