By Charles Redfern
Here’s a sure-fire recipe for curling lips and snarky quips: Say “original sin.” Listen to the pins drop. Watch the smiles fall. Feel the psychological freeze as minds meet and hum in cold harmony: “Don’t tell me you believe our prehistoric ancestors opted to play God and, thus, soured and shriveled humanity!”
Okay. I’ll say nothing – nor will I mention the tell-tale evidence: Genghis Khan, Ivan the Terrible, the Native American massacre, slavery, text books on torture, the rise of the Third Reich, the rape of Nanjing, the death camps, the Gulag, Jim Crow, and Wall Street investors who lobbied for fewer regulations, brought us to near collapse, then bad-mouthed the very government bailing them out. Nor will I refer to investigations showing how banks are making a mockery of a federal loan modification program – and I will never, in a million years, talk about George Gombossy’s report of how Bank of America unjustifiably ruined a family’s credit rating and delivered them a Christmas Eve foreclosure notice though a payment was never missed. Not a peep from me. I’ll be the life of the party and say thanks for the Budweiser. I’ll never speak of my agreement with C.S. Lewis: “Our present condition, then, is explained by the fact that we are members of a spoiled species.”
I won’t talk about how original sin infects private investors just as much as state officials and that an elected government must keep an eye on the greedy rich; otherwise, we could see the return of six-year-olds working twelve-hour shifts in coal mines. I’ll just say I prefer Sam Adams to Budweiser – and I’ll beg one and all not to read Gombossy’s article in ctwatchdog.com. Don’t press here to get the full report. Please. Never do it. I don’t want to ruffle any feathers.