Where? On a market.

And there you go. Same old, same old.

markets are a manifestation of consciousness, not the other way round.

till we change consciousness we will always think cutthroat when we hear the word 'market'.

it's been so long since it was anything else!

when i see the pit-traders armwaving and shrieking into three cellphones at once do i think 'this looks healthy, humans working hard at making a better world'?

i think bedlam. house of horrors. cacophony. babel. pigs in a trough.

sorry pigs!

humans all looking at huge screens and screaming over each other. who in their right mind can think in their wildest of fantasies that this is how humans should live and trade?

and then when the bell rings on wall st and you see those assclowns smug as a bug in a rug all disjointing their arms from patting each other on the back so much.

going to markets used to be fun, people met many of their needs there, lots to see and learn even if you weren't all about making moolah as prime driver.

what they have become... well the tail has 'bout wagged the brains right out the dog's ears, juvenile dementia as way-of-life.

hard wires crossed and shorting, the robot lumbers on leaving people and countries stomped in its wake, so that these baboons can caper in their hollow, while fat cats preen and strut.

gah, beam me up scotty. if this is the trailer, who wants to see the film?

'The history of public debt is full of irony. It rarely follows our ideas of order and justice.' Thomas Piketty