Who is Harry Browne

Harry Edson Browne (June 17, 1933 – March 1, 2006) was an American writer, politician, and investment advisor. He was the Libertarian Party's Presidential nominee in the U.S. elections of 1996 and 2000. He authored 12 books that in total have sold more than 2 million copies.

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Armed services

He was inducted into the U.S. Army on May 5, 1953. He went to the Southwestern Signal Corps Training Center at Camp San Luis Obispo, California to study cryptography. On October 4, 1953, he was sent to Bikini Atoll in the Marshall Islands, where the 1954 Operation Castle hydrogen bomb tests were conducted.

In 1955 Browne was sent to Eniwetok to finish his tour of duty and afterwards was transferred to the Army Reserves at Fort Huachuca, Arizona. ...
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Ancapquotes: "libertarians understand a very simple fact of life: government doesn't work. it can't deliver the mail on time, it doesn't keep our cities safe, it doesn't educate our children properly." - harry browne
Cerebralwisdom: it's wrong for someone to confiscate your money, give it to someone else, and call that "compassion." - harry browne
Catoletters: government is a parasite — a cancer that by nature tries to spread deeper into society ~ harry browne
Cigargoylemk: "you can't make government smaller by rewarding those who make government bigger. it's a political impossibility." - harry browne
Timberati: "every government law, or regulation is a demand that someone do what he doesn't want to do, refrain from doing what he does want to do, or pay for something he doesn't want to pay for, and those demands are backed up by police with guns.” - harry browne.
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A Woman-s Sonnets: Ii
 by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Nay, dear one, ask me not to leave thee yet.
Let me a little longer hold thy hand.
Too soon it is to bid me to forget
The joys I was so late to understand.
The future holds but a blank face for me,
The past is all confused with tears and grey,
But the sweet present, while thy smiles I see,
Is perfect sunlight, an unclouded day.
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