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Epic Rants

"I continue to wonder how it will all go down this summer in the Hamptons where, like Versailles in 1789, the elite mega-wealthy of today cavort shamelessly in a semi-private fantasy land of status vamping for the Vanity Fair shutterbugs... Any bloody-minded gang of unemployed, grievance-maddened mudlarks can creepy crawl down the Sunrise Highway to Gin Lane with firearms bought at the Walmart. What if hundreds— thousands!—of them get the same idea?" [truthout]