Instant six-gun relief at the drop of a smarl.

And not in the artful defuzing of YAN theological fantasy about ~ Thou gettest to sin now, whilst I gettest to sin later, and enjoy watching thee drawn & quartered repeatedly, for mine amusement at thy suffering yada yada

We're down to one Rich-folk simplistic-reward fantasy of the Cosmos VS a nasty variant of simplistic-vengeance fantasy; the latter held by some humongous number o' Poor-folk.. (and accumulated from years of watchin the revelry through that glass window: from outside in the snow.)

And here we are stuck.. without any Ministry of Propaganda at all! except Wag-Ed and the Merchants Corps. N'all they know about is: sellin stuff on credit cards to pushovers.


Odds?


A.