We are on the brink of culling the herd. The Trial balloons are up. In order

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9. I'd bet the corporate masters of the universe have already gathered in some elegant, oak-paneled

Wall Street board room, to decide the fate of the great unwashed. Cost-benefit analysis numbers have been studied, bailouts have been planned, losing stocks have been dumped, gold bars have been squirreled away and private jets are fueled and ready to whisk these corporate pirates and their families off to private islands where they can ride out the great culling.