A little man on the corner whispering, "this is where the academy philosophies will get you..."
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Note the stench and cancer as it bobs along on the westbound airstream.
From hallowed Harvard and the office of the esteemed Mr. Jeffrey Sachs, to the Midwestern dystopia of Macomb County--just short of the suburbs, to the quaint slums of The Clem.
There he is, the young entrepreneur--Mr. Ivel-cum-Greenspan, a Levite in a J.C. Penny sport coat.
He's awash in mystic hopes--"Ah yes, I'll bend poor Russell over and deliver unto him his very own Bolivian Miracle!"
THINK OF THE PROFIT MARGINS!
THINK OF THE FANCY WINES WE SHALL BUY!
Nevermind that, if this Russ character can't manage to meet the executive's demands, a defenseless child shall soon suffer one thousand indignities. No, no, nevermind that.
O FREE MARKET, O SAVAGE WHORE!
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