When I speak about the free market, it's important that you know I'm thinking of an actual market. I'm not talking stock brokers and central bankers here. I mean small shops run by families. I mean a real marketplace, where fresh fruits and vegetables are bought and sold without government thugs getting in on the deal. I mean large guildhalls filled with a lot of tiny stalls, where there's something to be found for all of us, and at a decent price to boot.
I don't mean big glass skyscrapers. I don't mean oily men in expensive suits who live above the clouds and never think of the folk down here. Those things have nothing to do with freedom. Those men don't even know what a marketplace looks like.
When I speak about the free market, I mean the real deal.