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“There is all the world of difference between the invasive use of force, on the one hand, and the peaceful but assertive refusal to interact, on the other. Indeed, in the entire realm of political philosophy, there is scarcely a distinction more important to make, nor one easier to make. Nevertheless, for many people, the distinction between these two concepts is hard to discern. This is all the more reason to make it clearly and repetitively.”

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Walter Block
Walter Block

Walter Block is an economist born on August 21, 1941. He has made extensive contributions to the field of economics, particularly in the areas of free market and property theory. more

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