Bill, once again, you make it plain that what you really object to is growth. Â You hate it that some things are desirable and that price reflects desirability.
  So what, a man invested (fancy word for "gambled") $50K and doubled his money in seven years; of course, he was out $50K for that long, too.  He didn't take anything from you.  In fact, for seven years, he did you a favor, by preserving a bit of woods.
  In most cases (as I have pointed out in the past), having neighbors is a minus for real-estate value; not having them is a plus.  So don't claim that you and the other Jukes and Kalikaks (q.v.) helped run up the price by breeding like maggots.  And there must have been a road there, or you would never have been able to get all of you stuff there.
  Yes, Bill, prices go up over time.  Shock, horror.  Some of this is due to inflation: in most cases, it takes more FRNs now to buy the same anything it did seven years ago.  Relative prices do vary; a Chevy's-worth of white bread might stay constant over seven years but their relationship to, oh, tanks of air may not be same.  So, too, housing; and one factor driving up the cost of building lots is that more people are able to buy them.
  It's true, the rich are getting richer, but so are the middle class; and if we did not have a government deeply invested in maintaining hordes of dependent poor,* the poor would be getting richer, too; even as it is, America is one of the few places where you'll see fat poor people.
  Who knows, perhaps they're eating their own surplus population, going Swift one better -- but it's more likely that, in any other country (except, perhaps, Canada), those "poor" people would be middle class.
  "Geo-lib" ideals of forcible egalitarianism are anathema to libertarianism.  Jefferson's notions were based on a small, predominantly agricultural population and vast, seemingly nearly limitless lands.  Technological advance has rewritten the cultural matrix.  There is no "commons."  Good riddance; the last, wretched vestige of a hardscrabble tribalism, tossed on the pyre along with notions of chief, kings and superstition, to crumble into the nothingness that was always at its heart.
  What's mine is mine.  You can't have any -- starve in the ditch if you won't work, never learned to dumpster-dive and begging doesn't fill your belly.  It won't mean any more for the rest of us: this isn't a zero-sum game.  Don't you dare claim your need constitutes a claim on others!  The lazy and improvident starve only themselves and their own familes.
  --Herself