\>I was only 18 years old
\>I loved economics so much, I had all the notes and past papers
\>I study economics every night before bed, thanking it for the socially efficient economic equilibria I’ve been given
\>”Economics is love” I say; “Economics is life”
\>My dad hears me and calls me a filthy capitalist
\>I know he was just jealous of my more evidence-based policy
\>I called him a populist
\>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
\>Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me
\>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 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 expansionary monetary policy kick in
\>I want his 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 capitalism now.”
\>The Free Market leaves through my window
\>Economics is love. Economics is life.