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   Pat took to the air and snapped at the interloper. She raised straight up. Her enormous head twitched on her snake like neck. He swooped down and nipped at her beret. “You stupid hag! Milton Friedman is dead but his ghost is coaching his disciples from hell. You are doing the same thing in America as you did here thirty years ago. First you privatize as much as you can: the government, the infrastructure, the public schools, even the military then you bankrupt the country and steal what’s left.”

   The bag was on her toes now breathing heavily and scowling. Nanette flew straight for the heifer’s nose and snapped at it. “You brainless cow, you throw people out of work, wages plummet, unions vanish. You wash away the last vestiges of the middle class with desperation and a Free Market is born. Everyone is supposed to benefit in your dog-eat-dog world. It didn’t work in Chile. Sixteen years after the coup workers earned less than before it, the poverty level was 41%, the economic growth was one of the slowest on the continent, the environment one of the most polluted, but the rich became very much richer.”
   The beast angrily swatted at the dogs. “So you sic your mosquitoes on me?” She snorted. “What class. What hospitality. You and the rest of the insects in this world can buzz around us all you want. We are the only super-power and we have plenty of bug spray!”