Candidia, she who rules us all, the goddess of unregulated capitalism, free of all constraints, unbounded in her lust for wealth and control, said it would trickle down. And so it has but not in that way exactly. I am just grateful to play a role however small in The Philanthrocapitalist Throne Room offering warm towels, hand lotion, and whatever moral advice will find favor, between the Opening Feast, Cruxifixion of Saints, The Pony Cart Races with the Presidential candidates in harness, bit, bridle, and blinders, The Three Legged Race of Regulators and Regulated, and the Final Orgy of Praise for the Status Quo. Sparsio. Small coins, nuts, candy, confetti, holy water. Let us be grateful for small blessings. Our name, at least mine, was not posted for this week's downsizing. Every day in Wealth Bondage is a gift.
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