LAST SHIP OF FOOLS Corporations legally unbounded siezed a libertarian autonomy to grow this ecocidal economy where all life is cost accounted, so little of wilderness remains, each nation a patchwork of landfill seeping into groundwater swill, micro-toxins for bureaucratic brains flushing their sewage as treated waste into the oceans then lie when whales and dolphins beach and die culpability must never be traced to overcrowded masses of defecators in ever-growing commercial cities whose overburdened sewage facilities need ever more pest exterminators, while corporate wanna-be billionaires play criminal games of pump and dump and trigger another economic slump by selling off their inflated shares trying to create the first trillionaire to rule over devastated lands, so their global empire expands, but decline to actually share the reward for such mad persistence, a cruise on the growing ocean sewers, an adventure denied our TV viewers who wallow in their media existence with questions they can better handle, like which politician does the best job pretending he's not a robber baron snob in yet another big business scandal, like treasonous but profitable schemes to hire millions of low wage Mexicans over millions of high wage Americans sent back to their trailer park dreams, or export the entire production where people so trapped in their masses make anything from pants to glasses for one tenth the cost of instruction, then taxpayer bailout of ruined banks so happy with sly deregulation and widespread hidden speculation CEOs get a big bonus and thanks, so the Big Boys can operate the planet where environmental consequences and revolutionary disturbances turn a profit by strategy gambit and keep to the end their dollar worth, arriving together at the last resort, a totally nanotech planetary port now identified as Hell On Earth.

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