It has taken some time, but most of us think we have come to understand the near-total economic collapse rigged by greed-heads, the most recent collapse, that is, the one we all hope has passed. Or, we all feel that we understand -- same thing, for many people.
Which kind of scary to address? Oh, hell -- let's try to do both.
After endless examples and conversational models involving tranches and other roulette bets, we more or less get it: We were boarded by Wall Street pirates running on high-seas casinos, stashing their loot in friendly, duty-free ports of call, on lovely green islands, all stashed inside -- apparently -- one simple, 2-bedroom bungalow with a mailing address, home port, for 5,319 corporations, give or take a few thousand. Safe at home in this here haven, aye -- safe haven to be sure!