Call me weird, but I see God in a well-stocked American grocery store. I’m on vacation now, and I can’t help annoying my wife with random shopping cart additions: Ranch Wavys, Dove Milk Chocolate bars, ice cold single-serving packs of Caesar salad, exotic hard cheeses, four different vintages of Chardonnay I’ve never tried, husked sweet..
We’re enduring, in America, another populist love affair with socialism, or “democratic Socialism,” as Bernie Sanders defines it, where the old fella seems to admit the government may not be able to manufacture working dishwashers, but it can, somehow, guarantee the lifestyle of the middle class. Hillary Clinton joined in the chorus and declared that..
Don’t worry about that title. I’m a capitalist, down to the bone, blood, and sinew. During basketball games, as a 6’2″ 9th grader, I sat on the bench reading books about the stock market. These days, I spend almost all of my spare mental time wondering how I can make my small business grow, since..