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   The giant playfully tossed us from hand to hand. “And most guests in the gray bar hotel are there on drug charges. All you idiots swallow the War On Drugs horseshit like the pabulum it is. There’s too much gold in keeping drugs illegal. Ask Al Capone, or better yet, ask the major bankers of the world who do very well for themselves launderin’ all that dirty money and if any of them are stupid enough to get caught, do any of them ever go to jail? Of course not. They just pay a fine that’s already factored into the cost of doin’ business. Oh, and by the way, now that you’re privatizing your prisons, money can be made comin’ an goin’. With private prison labor at twenty-five cents an hour, why do you think the prison industry is lobbyin’ congress for longer prison sentences? Hell, at that price they can compete with China. What’s not patriotic about bringin’ American manufacturing home again?” He paused and looked down at us. “What did ya think of those three anorexic bimbos? Did they tell ya their sad story?”   

   “They told us that their wisdom has been shut away.”, I frowned.

   “Yadda, yadda, yadda.”, scoffed the giant. “What’s wisdom gonna do for a bunch of retards? When some of your less dimmer bulbs worried that the invasion of Iraq would be a repeat of Viet Nam, the rest of ya couldn’t even find Iraq on the map. The greatest country in the world marches off to war all hot and bothered without even knowing where the hell it’s goin’.” The giant sighed. “Ya know, I don’t have anythin’ against morons who let themselves be run over. It’s the morons who run them over I worry about. They always make such a mess of things and they're havin’ the time of their lives right now.