I am not really a capitalist either; I think that individual land ownership is not rational or defensible morally or logically. But fairy-tale electronic talking-heads men with rituals of subordination and imaginary powers I know to be the worst way to organize anything. At least the capitalists are busy solving real problems with real commodities in real places. (haha exception to the financier class, whose extermination and forcible reparation wealth re-appropriation would only convince me the good guys are winning)
How efficiently does capitalism allocate resources? Let's put aside the airy/fairy social needs for the moment. I'm sure most rock-ribbed right-wingers don't think much of those anyhow.
I think that me and 40 like-minded men in a given territory would make things like pollution too expensive an issue; unless they are willing to invest in mercenary death squads routing through a territory incurring losses pursuing partisan demolitions spiteful militias, the cheaper thing to do is make clean-running industry near us, or, go to the desert or somewhere without men who will fuck your shit up.
But how does a laissez-faire system build its infrastructure, educate its workforce or protect its property? It doesn't. It allocates "efficiently" only if you put the aforementined "off-book" (along with the social cost of pollution.)
You really can't have this conversation with me though because I stroke my dick at things like education and roads and other such neophyte duckspeak orthodox homo-economicus horseshit in general. No planning and schools and shit ever did anyone any good anywhere ever ultimately. My priorities are entirely self-centered on my senses and my biological demands and expressions, and it just puzzles and confunds and frustrates me daily that this is evidently a near-extinct perspective.
"Ah, those endless forests, and their horror-haunted gloom! For what eternities have I wandered through them, a timid, hunted creature, starting at the least sound, frightened of my own shadow, keyed-up, ever alert and vigilant, ready on the instant to dash away in mad flight for my life. For I was the prey of all manner of fierce life that dwelt in the forest, and it was in ecstasies of fear that I fled before the hunting monsters."
Jack london, "Before Adam"