Beasts

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In other news, Michael Thomas forecasts a 99% chance of a rough beast slouching towards Bethlehem:

"When the great day comes, Wall Street will pray for another Pecora, because compared with the rough beast now beginning to strain at the leash, Pecora will look like Phil Gramm..."

Not just one beast -- millions, billions of beasts. That's what you did to us, Wall Street.

We're beasts now.

Pelts and fur. Tooth and claw.

We were human once, with middle-class lives, incomes and futures. But you went and destroyed all that. Because your greed was the only good, your privilege the only law.

Beasts we are. We sing savage songs, harsh and grating to your ears, of survival and loss, battle and resistance.

We have nothing to lose but our debt-slavery, and a world -- the world we created with our own hands -- to win.

And now the ineluctable coil of the dialectic -- that mysterious force called History, the sum total and aggregation of all human knowing, wishing and acting -- is bending towards one direction.

The Beasts. Are. Coming. For. You.

Happy New Year!