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Free Markets

One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. One man’s pain is another man’s pleasure. One man’s work is another man’s leisure. Capital is both the grease and measure, easing the exchange, relieving pressure. Each of us has something the other wants: cash versus dinner at a restaurant. When fair trades occur, lots to buy and sell. Too many regulations become hell; lack of oversight has problems as well. Finding the right balance is hard to tell. Sellers will raise prices in a shortage such as fuel in a power outage. When you need to drive, then you’ll likely pay; some can wait it out, buy another day. Prices drop down when there’s too much supply, moving some pressure to the selling guy. This system has worked for a long, long time; yeah, there are some quirks; in general it’s fine. The world seems to grow in prosperity when markets are open, markets are free.

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Date: 4/21/2022 2:59:00 PM
You forgot to mention the greatest wealth creation method known to mankind. Graft. Force all to pay you a tribute to conduct their free market activities.
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Date: 4/21/2022 1:51:00 PM
This is pretty much Econ 101 and 102 in a nutshell, Jeff. Nice.
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