So, I was wearing my "Free People, Read Mises" T-shirt at my Intro Micro class when the Keynesian teaching at the front of the lecture hall was like, "That shirt isn't science." I couldn't believe it.
"Actually," I explained, "Praxeology was the only epistemologically sound study of human behavior, not mainstream economics."
I considered walking out then and there but was really hungry for debate. So, I handed the praxgirl sitting next to me my copy of Man, Economy, and State, but--and I guess I shouldn't be surprised, considering the level of education in this country--she refused to accept it.
"It all follows logically from undeniably true axioms of human action!" I said. "You cannot refuse it! It is my right to prax it!"
She wouldn't budge, claiming that there was no place in academia for extreme apriorism. (For fuck's sake.)
"Alright," I said, handing her a copy of Human Action. I was half expecting her to raise a stink about that, but she didn't. I guess there's still some hope.
"No need to be so statist," I said.
She flipped.
"Statist," I said, "not statistics. Don't you know there is no difference?"
Anyways, as I left, I offered my bar of gold to the professor to make up for my interruptions, and the old Keynesian bitch shrieked: "Goldbug! Oh my god, he's a conspiracy theorist!"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing; I am not a goldbug; I also like Bitcoin.
"Actually," I calmly and coolly explained, "before the gold standard was destroyed by the Keynesians, it was the reason for America's prosperity before the end of Bretton Woods, and before that, it brought decades of beneficial deflation. But I guess they don't teach you that in grad school anymore, do they?" Seriously, why should the decades after 1973 overrule almost two hundred years' worth of American history?
Anyways, as I left, an older gentleman came up to me, and placed his hand on my arm. "Thank you," he said. "I fought the Keynesians as FDR's advisor during the Great Depression, and I'll be damned if we let the statists win."
"No," I replied, "thank you for your service." (Although, I sort of suspected that the Federal Reserve had placed him there for propaganda purposes.) I got into my car and read Mises Institute blog posts with a feeling of accomplishment.
I feel so oppressed