EPILOGUE: A Night to Remember at a Palace Beside the Sea

EPILOGUE: A Night to Remember at a Palace Beside the Sea by David Haggith for The Great Recession

At a peachy-pink palace that remained from a bygone era beside the sea in a land of decaying swamps, the king of Deep State gathered with the richest of his rich subjects to celebrate his former accomplishments and greatness.

As with all kingdoms, only the old-money crowd gathered in the palace to dine with the king. They came to the palace grounds where they had paid great sums to become members of the court and play games with the king, chasing little ghost-white balls around the king’s lawns and gliding over the land in funny little white buggies.

In the evenings, those who were now long past their sell-by-date gathered to attend fabulous feasts where their fondest pastime was listening to the king’s age-old jokes about the peasants as he reminisced with the rich about how he had made them all richer still — such tales of olden days as always warmed their decaying hearts.

Indeed, he had.

Those who gathered at the palace on one particular evening were the golden brush strokes of egg and butter that lay upon the upper crust of society to make it shine. They had just finished a dinner of roast peasant and were now awaiting their just desserts together, and the king was awaiting his two, for he always made sure he got twice as much as the rest to remind them of how great he was.

They sat around tables shrouded with shimmering golden cloths, as the king loved gold more than anything else. As they were awaiting the best chocolate cake in all the land, their king served them his own wonderful tray of humorous delights.

“I made you all rich,” announced the king for the forty-fifth time, but it was a beginning the crowd always loved to hear, and they smiled broadly now as they awaited his familiar punch line. “And you were already rich!” exclaimed the king.

The women in their expensive feathers and men in their white polo shirts smiled faintly at the familiar refrain that warmed their spirits with the sun at their backs lighting the king and sea at their fronts, content in the knowledge that they had, indeed, become richer than ever. This they knew was in no small part due to the king of this peninsula of swampland that stretched between sea and shining sea, ringed with golden beaches.

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David Haggith

Knave Dave — vigilante against the false profits of The Great Recession Too many criminal CEOs still fill their porky bellies with the biggest taxpayer bailouts in the history of the world. These bailouts protect their reputations, saving them from the fall they should have taken. They continue to receive bonuses for having done an unparalleled job of destroying their companies! Many of their companies wouldn’t be making any profit at all if not for the interest they’re making off of nearly free government bailouts. Just this week Hewlett-Packard fired its CEO, but is still paying him a bonus of millions of dollars in exchange for a year of corporate wandering in the wilderness. Netflix’s CEO cost his company hundreds of thousands of subscribers and had to reverse his decision. Bank of America’s CEO launched a debit-card fee plan that was immediately stupid in the eyes of many, but greed an arrogance led him to think he could pass it by his customers, and he lost customers in droves and had to reverse his decision, as did the many major banks that followed him. Since these corporate leaders do things most of us can immediately see as being dumb, why are they rewarded with salaries a thousand times greater than many of us make?