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I think of Bill whenever the breeze brings his chimes to life.

This is proof-positive we’re not just poorer now than we were 40 years ago, we’re much, much poorer.

The lifestyle of a stable New Gilded Age is out of stock.

The hope here is that facing the reality of moral collapse frees us of the delusion that fiddling with technocratic financial abstractions and policy tweaks can reverse moral collapse.

The top 10% are the dog sipping a drink as the cafe burns down, saying “this is fine.”