The Best-laid Plans: How Government Planning Harms Your Quality of Life, Your Pocketbook, and Your FutureCato Institute, 2007 - 416 páginas Drawing on 30 years of experience reviewing hundreds of government plans, Randal O'Toole shows that, thanks to government planners, American cities are choked with congestion, major American housing markets have become unaf-fordable, and the cost of government infrastructure is spiraling out of control. The book makes the case for repeal of federal planning laws and closure of gov-ernment planning offices. Every American who worries about the insidious growth of the Nanny State must read this book. |
Índice
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7 | |
Part Two Why Planning Fails | 45 |
Part Three LandUse Planning | 73 |
Part Four Why Planners Fail | 157 |
Part Five Transportation Planning | 195 |
Part Six Why Government Fails | 279 |
Part Seven Instead of Planning | 311 |
Notes | 357 |
393 | |
About the Author | 417 |
Cato Institute | 418 |
Back Cover | 423 |
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