People complain about capitalism, but come on.
Thanks to capitalism, it's been possible to get progressively better goods and services with progressively less exertion.
Consider our enjoyment of music.
Two hundred years ago, you had to go to a fancy concert hall if you wanted to hear music -- and then, when it was over, it was over.
Eventually you could listen on a phonograph, right in your own home, whenever and as often as you wanted.
Then, with car radios, you could drive around while listening to some of the world's greatest performances.
Then, with CD technology, you could listen to great music with exceptional audio quality.
Then, with an iPod, you could compile any mixture of songs at all and take them on the go.
But you still had to discover music you liked.
So eventually computers did that for you, too, with services like Pandora that learned from your existing likes in order to recommend other music you might enjoy.
You'd think we'd appreciate things like this, but other than unusual people like you and me, almost no one stops to acknowledge these amazing gifts.
I thought of this because of something I told you last week.
I noted that online courses are a great way to establish yourself online and even generate some decent dough. And I showed you an easy way to create courses like this -- so easy that anyone teaching anything 20 years ago would have cut off his limbs to get it.
Again, yay for capitalism.
But:
You still had to create the courses yourself.
So, in the spirit of capitalism, in which everything gets easier over time, how about this:
What if you could semi-instantly create your own online academy, but you didn't have to create any of the courses?
And what if the courses were the exact courses people in career limbo mode thanks to COVID were looking for?
At that point, there would be nothing else I could do for you. It's essentially all done. Everything.
Your own academy, that can't be shut down, where nobody has to wear a mask, and where there are no stickers on the floor marking off six-foot intervals.
That would be a blankety-blank miracle, would it not?
Today is the Day of Miracles, my friend:
Tom Woods