That excerpt is no .. mere soupçon of truthiness!, I wot. It, fucking- Rocks!

Hedge Funds Ūber Alles, Indeed
My Country 'tis of thee sweet Hedge Fund of Ayn-Rand-Land; of Thee we sing ...
(and the Refrain: cha. cha. cha.)

Yep, another few rounds of depraved fairy-tale-speak must ensue.. but the zeitgeist in this 4th-rate Pretenderdom is ... Toast spread with Hypocrisy-berry marmalade.


Couldn't Re-pass that ancient Bill-of-Rights thing here (over the $$Overlords' pocket-veto) even with infusions of Advertainment-cash from a squad
(are there than many?) of Benevolent Billionaires.. a'tryin to erase some of their karma ... before they meet Siva. I wot.


Carrion, after this dessert-before-the-Meal.