A long time ago, there was a beach, where pigs fed on the organic trash of the ocean, dead fish, seaweed, the occasioal frenchman. To keep them from the town proper, a wall was built, so that en could gather under a tree and deal and self-deal to their own benefit from the world’s commerce.
After a while, from throwing rocks into the sea, and burying inorganic trash, the beach changed shape, and the men moved to where the pigs had been, and called it wall street.
A cabin was built, where a baltic sea captain taught latin to the sons of the dutch money mongers.
Not much has changed since then.
How it hasn’t changed, and the smoke and mirrors that cause people to think it has is the subject of this ongoing commentary.
Those who have something to say that they think can stand getting looked at with a burning light are welcome, invited to post. And those that cannpt take the heat are invitred to get out of the kitchen.
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This post was written by admin on October 17, 2008
