collateral

the black lord rides again on the coattails of systemic corruption that is at the core of our machine. on this whirlwird of downfall and tragedy, we are warned by the accused king of corporate kleptocracy, that the truth will always be subversive to the currents of reality. the darkside consumes us all in small annual installments as we watch great and small, seek in times of trials and tribulations, a place to call home. what if you spurned the place of your birth, your motherland in such excess as for the glory of a trainstation baronny. beware the wrath and vengence of a bitten hand, shareholders and country alike. burning bridges and passports entitle you, Lord Black of Crossharbour, to a life in limbo, without home or place, purgatory. will you not abdicate your life of excess and bring yourself and those around you to justice? for shame. perhaps it is time to eat the rich.