State’s gonna win. Be ready to slide alot of cash accross the table.

Slowly bringing his palm to his forehead a raspy voice whispers “***No Shit ***MORONS”

O.K. call me super nieve but and I mean a HUGE BUT, what if it became an actual working democracy? I know it sounds absolutely coo coo insane-o-style but a democracy with rules for the almost but not quite equal capitalism we once had. A regulated capitalism that doesn’t squash indevidual , independent voice. Or smother it with Hush money.

He is a putrid, lice-ridden tuft of anal pubic hair that’s been transplanted atop a grimy, tattered Egyptian mummy, that’s oft mistaken for a dried-up 6 foot tall, spray-tan colored toilet brush.