When last we pressed our faces to the glass to observe the amazing ten-fingered typing magnates, they appeared to be rat-a-tatting away in unison about some sort of business about the business end of all that business on Wall Street. Some of these typing people even manage to snag a few golden crumbs from beneath Lady Arianna’s festive table before heading back out for a snoot-full of certified organic gourmet pepper spray (Now with natural sea salt from the Baltic.)
This reporter, however, will remain hunkered and bunkered away from all that for now. I am old and was gassed forty years ago for differing with our government over the slaughter of an Asian people I have yet to meet. Nothing I did could save those folks from the same people whose sons and daughters carried on to bring about this Great Re-Depression. And I tremble at the savagery uncoiling and sliding this very moment toward all those kids with drums and signs. I really do.
After all, I remember what they did to orderly people in suits and ties who rode against old Jim Crow. The Freedom Riders were treated like terrorists, and today, an entirely different kind of orderly people in suits and ties bet against the lot of us, shorting reality itself.
Irony will only get you so far before things turn ugly and you can Google them.
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This series of daily news broadcasts is intended to provide listeners with hard facts about the hard times in which we live. --Stanley
This is great, Stanley. Thanks.