By Tony Russell|
When the people had lost their way, their leaders called on them to rise up early and make their way to Wall Street, bearing burnt sacrifices, and to lay their communion offerings at the hooves of the bronze bull erected there.
They invited the people to eat and drink and indulge in revelry, at their corporate sponsors’ expense. Men and women alike, giddy with visions of wealth and domination, crowded around to stroke the bull’s gleaming scrotum, all the while giggling and joking drunkenly. “This is your god, who brought you up out of the wilderness,” their leaders told them. “Let the good times roll!”
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