So Jasay doesn’t repeat himself too often, but he chose to here:
During a rather long history of writing about politics and economics, I always tried to respect good manners and deny bad taste by avoiding the temptation of citing my own texts. I am now breaking this rule by citing something that I once wrote to explain the rule of liberal discipline in the respect of the home and the public places, the hospitals and schools and the entire public order behind the frontier.
“A very different stand can, however, be defended on no less pure liberal grounds. For it is quite consistent with the dictates of liberty and the concept of property they imply, that the country is not a no man’s land at all, but the extension of a home. Privacy and the right to exclude strangers from it is only a little less obviously an attribute of it than it is of one’s house. Its infrastructure, its amenities, its public order have been built up by generations of its inhabitants. These things have value that belongs to their builders and the builders’ heirs, and the latter are arguably at liberty to share or not to share them with immigrants who, in their countries of origin, do not have as good infrastructure, amenities and public order. Those who claim that in the name of liberty they must let any and all would-be immigrants take a share are, then, not liberals but socialists professing share-and-share alike egalitarianism on an international scale.”
National frontiers that provide us with privacy from others, except when we do not require it, are in fact also the frontiers of liberty.
See that? He doubles down: “National frontiers that provide us with privacy from others, except when we do not require it, are in fact also the frontiers of liberty”.
“Frontiers of liberty.”
The presumption of liberty is literal meaningless outside of a given society.
You are a faggot. You’ve spent eight hours a day for the last 15 years leaving autistic comments on libertarian sites no one reads. You’re not a “player”, you fucking wigger; and the only club you be up in is the book club, wanker.