Greg Mankiw's Blog: The Meltzer Plan
Song of debts trodden Banks to the Uncle Sam: You are my sunshine you are my moonlight you are my field of gold, you remember old golden days, that will come to us again, I think of you all the time, in every minutes, even I dream of you, O you are my dashing White Knight, riding a white horse with $billions, come to rescue me from this cold frost. Will you be my White Knight? Will you be my White Knight? I will do anything what you ask me to do I will kiss you mouth…
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