I don’t know, did the French aristocrats of the 18th century, just before they got their heads cut off, tell everyone that their powdered wigs and pampered hounds were for everyone’s good? In some way or another, I expect they did.
Our pampered sons of bitches are similarly tone-deaf, buying their own BS, telling us that they’re too big to fail–if we let them get hurt, we’ll get hurt worse.
I’ve changed my mind. They’re not just bluffing. They’re lying. They think we’re that stupid and that patient.
I’m taking grim satisfaction watching these Masters of the Universe mistake the building of gallows for a rebound in the construction industry.