In the asylum for Wealth and Wisdom Consultants to the world's wealthiest, where I spent some time awhile back, recovering from my third lobotomy (thank God I am almost normal now), I saw a madman with a pile of old papers, scribbled over and over. All I could make out was the title, "Sustainable Injustice: a Toolkit for Flourishing Families with a Billion or More." The subtitle was Wealth and the Will of God as Found in a Bank Ledger. It was spooky, frankly. I am glad to get released back into the real world, where I am able to help dynastic families flourish in an earthly paradise of their own. In competition with each other, if all goes well, they will eventually consolidate, like corporations, or Medieval Fiefdoms, until we have one Queen or King to rule us. If I can help The Happy Tutor mentor the world's wealthiest child, so that she grows up to care for all she owns, the poorest among us, and all creatures, great and small, I will have done God's work. O my poor stomach! It must be something I ate. It is not Audrey's fault her mother, Tess, owns a controlling interest in the world. Audrey is a good kid. When others love her as much as I do, and she is Good Queen Audrey, we will finally have something good that unites us all in common purpose. Maybe it is the flu. I am not feeling well. How do you feel? You probably should not get too close to me. I may be contagious.