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America’s New Number One Killer

Friday, August 6th, 2004

I wrote a bit of satire over at Tech Central, based on that NBER paper about how motality rates go up during an economic boom.

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9 Responses to “America’s New Number One Killer”

  1. #1 |  craig s |  August 6th, 2004 at 8:46 am

    WHAT ABOUT THE CHILDREN!?!?!?! WON’T SOMEBODY PLEEEASE THINK OF THE CHILDREN!!!!

  2. #2 |  Cynic63 |  August 6th, 2004 at 10:47 am

    Yes, if it saves just 1 child it will be worth it.

  3. #3 |  joel |  August 6th, 2004 at 11:55 am

    are you looking for a guest spot on HARDBALLS?

  4. #4 |  James D |  August 6th, 2004 at 12:52 pm

    Hardballs? I think you are confusing Hardball and Crossballs (new show on Comedy Central). I wouldn’t mind seeing Radley on either. :)

  5. #5 |  Anonymous |  August 6th, 2004 at 1:07 pm

    I fear that you are only giving them ideas.

    *huddles in corner in fetal position*

  6. #6 |  Bronwyn |  August 6th, 2004 at 1:33 pm

    So if it saves one child but kills 50, then what?

    What if the one child is not an American child, but the 50 are?

    What about the reverse?

    Think about the children, people!

  7. #7 |  Bronwyn |  August 6th, 2004 at 1:35 pm

    I’ll also point out that the Keep Bush In Office side-banner ads were particularly amusing right next to Rad’s piece.

    Nice touch.

  8. #8 |  Lord Duppy |  August 6th, 2004 at 9:22 pm

    You’re tempting fate, Radley. Need I refer you to your own words?

    ;)

  9. #9 |  ProfessorBainbridge.com |  August 7th, 2004 at 1:00 am

    Happiness will be the death of us

    If Radley Balko is right about killer affluence, I bet Arnold Kling’s happiness police will be on the job any minute now. Personally, however, they can have my wine and cigars when they pry them from my cold dead hands.