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Some historians claim that the fall of the Ipadian Civilisation came because the elite grew distance from the poor. But no matter how much wealth they had they couldn't eat printer ink and thus where easy pickings for the revolutionaries to siege them out from their villas.
It’s the Free Market
I am so happy
He whispers into my ear “This is the most efficient allocation of society’s scarce resources.”
He grabs me with his Invisible Hand
I’m ready
I remove all trade restriction and tariffs
He penetrates my domestic market
It hurts my local firms so much but I do it for the Free Market
I can feel my import expenditure increasing as my balance of payment worsens
I let the automatic fiscal stabilizers kick in
I want to attain comparative advantage
He roars in a mighty roar as he dumps cheap imports all over my domestic market
My dad walks in
The Free Market looks him straight in the eyes and says “It’s all neo-liberalism now.”
The Free Market leaves through my window
Free market is love. Free Market is life.
I loved the Free Market so much, I read all the books and watched all the Friedman interviews
I pray to the Free Market every night before bed, thanking it for the socially optimal economic equilibriums I’ve been given
"Free Market is love" I say; “Free Market is life”
My dad hears me and calls me a filthy capitalist
I know he was just jealous of my more allocatively efficient market outcomes
I called him a layman
He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep
I’m crying now, and my face hurts
I lay in bed and it’s really cold