From the Book - First edition.
Prologue: They write the rules for the rest of the world
Global pillage. High up in the mountains ; The world that our fathers in World War II wanted us to live in
Suddenly, the orders stopped ; Our chance to fuck them back ; It had to explode ; Every stone I looked under was a Blackstone ; They are now licking their lips
Profiteering off a pandemic. They are not interested in our concerns ; There's always a way of making money ; Grossly understated and facing collapse ; We are actually all one ; We're not safe ; This is killing people ; Is this a time to make a profit? ; We will get 100 percent of our capital back
Resetting history. Not somebody who is going to disrupt Washington ; The money is right there in the community now ; Put money in people's pockets ; At war against monopoly power ; Taxes, taxes, taxes. The rest is bullshit ; Our cup runneth over.
