Trade is the name of the game

Business, that is the name of the game. Oh yeah! I love the fact that I live in a country where you can just go out and make a buck by sheer wit, hard work and some good luck thrown in. We have seen other economic systems crumble and yes I was a happy camper when I witnessed the demise of communism in the late eighties. It was a work of art and a joy to behold. For decades the eastern European countries had suffered from this imposed system, so infantile and repressive in its conception and application. We, in the West, used to see news footage of scenes in Poland or Bulgaria where huge lines of putative customers would line up in front of shoe shops after news had broken in town that a few pairs of shoes had arrived from Moscow, likewise crowds would descend on butcher shops at hearing some chops had become available. As an economic construct it was moronic. No incentive to do your job well. Do an appalling job? Does not matter, no one will fire me just for that. And there is no competion anyway. Do a great job and you don't get rewarded.

Why would anyone apply themselves? There was no unemployment because all the unemployed were rounded up and put in the army. Nice. Anyway, my belief is that capitalism is nothing other than trade. And trade is as old as humankind and will always be the one system that works. One hand washes the other, that is the bottom line, after all.

Whether you need fitness business cards, a clown suit, rubber chickens or beef pies; you can buy whatever you want or need. Oh yeah!