Hey, get Milton.   You heard me, pal.   Milton Fucking Friedman.   That short, pudgy late Nobel Prize winning ass motherfucker once popular among  academics and a diverse libertarian fringe.  Unregulated free markets.  Global ones.   Solely domestic ones, too, you know, like for reasons of security, like where you don't want foreign enemies pulling shit.  You wanna'  keep some of the economy and what the fuck ever else safe from outside fuckers.  But we're in a huge bat shit global economy.   Free trade, if we call it that in all fucking reality, with pals of ours like China, for fucking example, is a grubby little entanglement.   Let's bunny hop to the basics.

Essentially, free trade is any and all goods and services exchanged, cash or credit, a cash flow model usually discernable by owlish regulatory agencies and the CIA.   This at once a simple and complex process, we fucking hope, is not being dictated by the government, it's is a system of exchange among privately owned and operated happy manufacturers, retailers, the prostitutes fat assed executives frequent,  all the single malt scotch fat rich piggy men can swill down, and commerce.   That's people, earning money, free of government intrusion or influence.  Commies, damn-it-to-hell, favor complete government control of the economy, usually resulting in manic greed and pervasive peonage.   They have a habit of going genocidal.  People in academics, the Marxist leaning ones, tend to gloss over that unpleasantness when bragging like a cowpoke about what they believe to be both truth and sophistication:  Capitalism is terrible, socialism is a low budget worker's Emerald City, like in the film The Wizard of Oz.

More shit about dynamics of social and private economics, macro, micro, big, grand, shitty, what the fuck ever...   read this fucking blog.  I'm a sage ass mother fucker.   Thanks for reading.