I did not learn economics from a textbook. I learned it standing in a bread line at 6 years old, in the dark, in the cold, at 5 in the morning.

That is my first memory of the system some Americans now call social justice: not free education, not free healthcare, but frozen feet. I was born in 1972 in Soviet Georgia, and I have already flown the airline Claire Valdez wants to build. It was called Aeroflot, and it taught me everything her campaign leaves out.