Repeating rhetoric drives change even though that change is the work of a selfish or innocent mind. A storm may sweep in now; but it is driven by the wind of retreating wealth. The amazing rich and favoured; these perfidious hornets exhale the righteous breath of laboured seriousness while awhile stinging us repeatedly. Their honey and rotten gains now safely stored offshore they sit and wait out the winter while the populace goes mad with futility.