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   I stood up and walked over to the bouncing, swaying faces. “The young people will give a damn. They will wake up to see that you turn class against class, race against race, religion against religion in a non-stop distraction of destruction. They will see how you profit from their misery and death. Americans who are going to wake up bankrupt in a collapsed economy sooner than later will listen. People who are dying of diseases they cannot afford to treat will listen. Students you have enslaved with crushing debt will listen. Young people who fight your dirty wars because there are no jobs but soldiers' jobs will listen.”

   In an instant the smiling yellow faces turned foul. “We are absolutely thrilled that only a hand full of you zipper heads have figured out that we are in control. Hell, we control the American food supply. Civilization depends on oil, and we own the oil. All the money in the world is controlled by a few banks who could take away the good times at the drop of a hat. We will bankrupt the world, privatize the nation state and turn all but the chosen few into associates. And you turned us down. Can you say, Welcome to Walmart?” They threw back their heads and crowed. “Go ahead and stew in your own proud juices. You’ll end up on the make just like every other little maggot if you want to eat. You’ll lie and cheat and throw away every upstanding value you ever had and when you’re shivering with cold under your cardboard box gumming the bits of happy meals you’ve scraped out of the gutter, you’ll remember our offer and hate yourself. It’s over with. It’s done. Nothing will stand in our way! Nothing!”