Monday, February 13, 2006

Free MLL pamphlet: TAX IS THEFT!

I’m now offering — absolutely FREE and in time for distribution during the tax-preparation period — a fourth classic pamphlet by the late Samuel Edward Konkin III: Tax is Theft! It’s a handy PDF, which you can easily open with Adobe Reader. Print double-sided as many copies as you like, fold them into tri-fold brochures, and distribute them widely. This brochure is terrific for political outreach, especially to Libertarian Party types who need radicalizing or right-wing tax-evaders who need to know that a few of us lefties applaud their actions. The pamphlet is black and white to keep your printing and photocopying costs low, but it looks great when printed on a colored paper stock. On the back panel, there’s space for your rubberstamp or a sticky label so those interested in further info on the Movement of the Libertarian Left can find you.

Of course, still available are PDF files of the three prior pamphlets: War or Liberty: The Real Choice, Introducing the Movement of the Libertarian Left, and Counter-Economics.

You can get the PDF of Tax is Theft! (and the other three pamphlets) free by request by emailing me at antistate@gmail.com. By the way, once downloaded, feel free to pass these files on to others or make them available on your own website.

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At 12:44 AM, Anonymous Brian said...

A sampling of Jack Vance (read any yet?) to complement your offering:

Frolitz swallowed half a tankard of the strong green cider and winked at the stranger: a tall thin man with a head of soft white hair, an expression of austere acquiescence toward the vicissitudes of life. His age was indeterminate; he might have been old or young. “The burglar suffered a harsh fate,” Frolitz told Etzwane. “The lesson to be learned is this: never commit an unlawful act. Especially, never steal; when you take a man’s property, your life becomes forfeit, as has just been demonstrated.”

Loy rubbed his chin with uneasy fingers. “In a sense, the penalty seems extreme. The burglar took goods, but lost his life. These are the laws of Elphine which the Faceless Man correctly enforced—but should a bagful of goods and a man’s life weigh so evenly on the balance?”

The white-haired stranger offered his opinion. “Why should it be otherwise? You ignore a crucial factor in the situation. Property and life are not incommensurable, when property is measured in terms of human toil. Essentially property is life; it is that proportion of life which an individual has expended to gain the property. When a thief steals property, he steals life. Each act of pillage therefore becomes a small murder.”

Frolitz struck the bar with his fist. “A sound exposition, if ever I heard one! Loy, place before this instructive stranger a draught of his own choice, at my expense. Sir, how may I address you?”

The stranger told Loy: “A mug of that green cider, if you please.” He turned somewhat upon his chair, toward Frolitz and Etzwane. “My name is Ifness; I am a traveling mercantilist.”

Etzwane gave him a sour look; his rancor toward the man in the pacer trap had never waned. Ifness then was his name. A mercantilist? Etzwane had his doubts. Not so Frolitz. “Odd to hear such clever theories from a mercantilist!” he marveled.

“The talk of such folk is often humdrum,” agreed Loy. “For sheer entertainment, give me the company of a tavernkeeper.”

Ifness pursed his lips judiciously. “All folk, mercantilists as well as tavern-keepers and musicians, try to relate their work to abstract universals. We mercantilists are highly sensitive to theft, which stabs at our very essence. To steal is to acquire goods by a simple, informal and inexpensive process. To buy identical goods is tedious, irksome and costly. Is it any wonder that larceny is popular? Nonetheless it voids the mercantilist’s reasons for being alive; we regard thieves with the same abhorrence that musicians might feel for a fanatic gang which beat bells and gongs whenever musicians played.”

Frolitz stifled an ejaculation.

Ifness tasted the mug of green cider which Loy had set before him. “To repeat: when a thief steals property he steals life. For a mercantilist I am tolerant of human weakness, and I would not react vigorously to the theft of a day. I would resent the theft of a week; I would kill the thief who stole a year of my life.”

 
At 8:19 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Tax is theft, and to steal is to deny one's essence, that of community of life, and, in fact to become a thief is to become preferably dead, in the eyes of nature and community. To tolerate thieves is to tolerate cancer cells in the community and self. One would never consider protecting living cancer cells when being attacked by them, because they hold "life". Rather, for the good of the body (and community) the cancer cells must be eliminated, so that the advantageous cells are free to live a healthy life. To allow the cancer cells to live .. is such a silly idea, only a childless crook or a retard could think of it.
Gary Huckleberry aha@geehuckwow.com

 

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