I follow Ayn Rand’s position that it is the value system of those in charge of producing tangible or intangible trade goods that ultimately decides whether they will thrive or stagnate.

Trustworthiness = a component of a value system.

By the way, credit comes from the latin word credere, meaning, “he/she who entrusts something”. Those who know about accounting use two fundamental terms: credits and debits, two sides of the same coin: you can’t have “someone who entrusts something” (credere or credit) without “someone who owes it once he/she receives it” (debere or debit).

May I add that it is not interest bearing fiat paper money that is needed? It is trustworthiness.

The moment a piece of paper borrowed at interest enters the market, there is more owed than that piece of paper is worth. So, who loses?

One might consider replacing the essential minerals that the crops have taken from the soil, like Calcium. Bones and teeth. There is little interest that I have found. Their answer, sorry to say, seems to be more urea. Inject more methamphetamine into the tired horse. Or find some other method to extract the last remaining nutrients from the soil. This provides what to the food for you and I?

I am not casting blame on all of the growers. They are and have been stuck in a system invented by the bankers.

Talking about el fuente here, la Tierra. Whatever we are going to create must come from there. Give us junk food and we become junk people.

“In order for the looters to steal, someone honest must actually create value.”

Value is not created, it is assigned .

“the sooner you stop producing, the sooner the beast will run out of goods to steal ”

Not true.There will always be something assigned a value which will be the object of greed and envy.

People cannot live without assigning value.It is only shifted from one object to the next.

A looter will always loot.

Stocks, bonds, options, forex, futures, and other investment vehicles seem empty in value in the sense that investment firms do not generate tangible material goods, but so is paper money, one of the first investment vehicles invented by humanity.

These tangible and intangible elements live in a symbiotic relationship. They have a subjective value which makes them one and the same in an economic system be it tribal, developed, or underdeveloped.

I follow Ayn Rand’s position that it is the value system of those in charge of producing tangible or intangible trade goods that ultimately decides whether they will thrive or stagnate.

And by the way, I agree with the fact that the looters must destroy themselves, in theory. However, look at Cuba, there are looters born out of a looter society who work incessantly for the looter system not caring whether they florish or simply survive comfortably in a progressless society.

Although I have to say I don’t know how anyone will want to do something these days with land in Venezuela unless he is a high-ranking Chavista honcho.

Thanks for the kind comment, and apologies for my spelling. It was late and after a couple glasses of Chilean vino blanco.

The problem for those of us who produce, make and sell things of actual value is that we have to eat. So, if we quit, we have to wait for the parasite/cannibals to run out of food and starve to death before we can start doing things like growing a tomato again?

Here is a sad thing, to me. These days I work in agriculture, with an emphasis on health. I have clients and sell books all over the world, from Malaysia to South Africa to Spain. Even other countries in South America consult me. Not a one in Venezuela, not a one, despite numerous contacts here.

What do Venezuelan growers want? A recipe for how to force one more tasteless crop out of their land; whipping a tired horse one more time so they can buy a humvee or some such shite while they despoil the land they were born on and nurtured from. Where is the respect for the land that nurtured them?

Money is all that matters?

Thanks, Miguel, for not deleting my comments. I do appreciate your site and your writing.
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That tire paint writing on the back of the old Chevy was Somos ‘Polar’, not Porlar. Likely how the driver of the old beater feeds his family, working for Polar. Making something that people need to live.