statue of liberty

Liberty Sunday: Virtue of Society

The virtue of our society is equal to the qualities we bring with us. Whether it is sincerity or justice, moral ways of thinking are imposed on us by people who do not follow social morality, but rather make use of the moral values of society to get the best for themselves.

Fitting also that laws apply to all but those who make them. Corruption, meaningless mandates, and ideologies now rule as self-appointed elites over the heads of the many. It is mainly about the monetary system, which determines in which society one belongs. Never before in history has the gap between rich and poor been as wide as it is today, which is all due to the system that was introduced in 1971. That’s why we stand there today, always wanting the big politicians to come and save us and ranting about the evil free markets. But we forget that exactly these politicians have brought us into this mess and that the markets we see today are not really free markets.

Therefore, today we want to make room for a passage from Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand and we will realize that these lines fit very well to our society today.

“Money is the barometer of a society’s virtue. When you see that trading is done, not by consent, but by compulsion–when you see that in order to produce, you need to obtain permission from men who produce nothing–when you see that money is flowing to those who deal, not in goods, but in favors–when you see that men get richer by graft and by pull than by work, and your laws don’t protect you against them, but protect them against you–when you see corruption being rewarded and honesty becoming a self-sacrifice–you may know that your society is doomed. Money is so noble a medium that does not compete with guns and it does not make terms with brutality. It will not permit a country to survive as half-property, half-loot”

Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged

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