I’ve gotten a few e-mails recently asking how to unsubscribe from Cafe Hayek. To my chagrin, I don’t know – and I apologize that there’s no obvious and easy means of doing so.
I’ll check with the folks who run the technical aspects of the Cafe to see (1) how to unsubscribe, and (2) about putting on the site, in plain view, an obvious and easy means of unsubscribing.
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Don, Could the unsubscribe inquiries be due to multiple Cafe Hayek emails happening today, for some odd reason? I’ve had over 25 Cafe Hayek emails hit my inbox in the past hour, all identical. A weird glitch.
Best,
BobL
Ah – perhaps so. I had no idea that this is happening. I’ll look into correcting it.
Many thanks.
It reminds me of William F Buckley’s reply to irate readers of National Review. “Cancel your own damn subscription, I am busy !”
please unsubscribe abiland@wi.rr.com. thanks, al biland
Yeah, this most likely has everything to do with the email glitch. I’ve gotten a ton of daily digests this morning as well. Not about to get my panties in a bunch though and unsubscribe because of it. Keep up the good work.
I’m sure feedburner gives the option to unsubscribe.
Sorry, that was too terse. The unsubscribe option exists if one subscribes to an email (assuming Cafe Hayek is using the feedburner facility). For RSS feeds, one has to unsubscribe from one’s RSS reader (e.g. I use google reader)
RSS is the only way to go. You won’t have those email problems.
I think poem applies especially to Obama, and in general the U.S. Government. Neither are good leaders but rather are reactionary and worse than no leader at all.
A Servant When He Reigneth
Three things make earth unquiet
And four she cannot brook
The godly Agur counted them
And put them in a book —
Those Four Tremendous Curses
With which mankind is cursed;
But a Servant when He Reigneth
Old Agur entered first.
An Handmaid that is Mistress
We need not call upon.
A Fool when he is full of Meat
Will fall asleep anon.
An Odious Woman Married
May bear a babe and mend;
But a Servant when He Reigneth
Is Confusion to the end.
His feet are swift to tumult,
His hands are slow to toil,
His ears are deaf to reason,
His lips are loud in broil.
He knows no use for power
Except to show his might.
He gives no heed to judgment
Unless it prove him right.
Because he served a master
Before his Kingship came,
And hid in all disaster
Behind his master’s name,
So, when his Folly opens
The unnecessary hells,
A Servant when He Reigneth
Throws the blame on some one else.
His vows are lightly spoken,
His faith is hard to bind,
His trust is easy broken,
He fears his fellow-kind.
The nearest mob will move him
To break the pledge he gave —
Oh, a Servant when he Reigneth
Is more than ever slave!