Capitalist Acts Between Consenting Adults

Bob Murphy notes the creeping socialism hidden deep within Beatles lyrics:

And in the end
the love you take
is equal to the love
you make
aaaaa aaaaaaa.

It sounds so deep and just when the issue is love or satisfaction with the world. But when a free market economist says the wealth you take is equal to the wealth you make, he sounds like a jerk.

Why? Is it because Paul McCartney's voice is so much better?

Love-making has a nicer ring to it than money-making.

Unless you're a porn star, in which case you get to do both simultaneously.

Also, if I wanted to be a prick, I would dispute the claim that the wealth you take is equal to the wealth you make. The producer's surplus (the wealth you take as a producer) is never equal to the sum of both the consumer's surplus and the producer's surplus (the wealth you make as a producer), unless the consumer's surplus is zero, in which case the consumer would be indifferent to trade, and Austrians don't believe in indifference curves, instead favoring the "double inequality of value". And when we take third-party positive externalities in to account, things get even hairier. Hairier not in a good way, if you know what I mean.

I leave you with a money makin' song to counter Bob's love makin' song:

Well it's 50 cups of coffee and you know it's on
I move the crowd to the break of break of dawn
Can't rock the house without the party people
Cause when we're gettin down we are all equal
There's no better or worse between you and me
But I rock the mic so viciously
Like pins and needles and words that sting
At the blink of an eye I will do my thing
It's Like a needle in the cartridge when the record spins
Like diggin down deep in the record bins
Everybody gettin down make no mistake
Nothing sounds quite like an 8 0 8

Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan
Super Disco Disco Breakin'
Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan
Super Disco Disco Breakin'

Sometimes I like to brag sometimes I'm soft spoken
When I'm in Holland I eat the pannenkoeken
World is the the spice you bring the sauce
You can kiss my ass you funky boss
Now that you got what you want, you want more
I'll be with the hammer and the nail at your door
With these funky beats I be goin' head huntin'
Shouts to my peeps let me know if you feel something
Cause I can give you all you need
A little beat for the rhythm and some words to read
Let me tell you now that's my favorite shit
And when I got a new rhyme I just say it
So Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan
Super Disco Disco Breakin'
Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan
Super Disco Disco Breakin'

I now declare this to be my best post ever.

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Pannekoeken

'Spoken' doesn't actualy rhyme with 'pannekoeken' but I'm glad the Boys seem to like them.