he sputtered Inequality a clot phlegm usually followed that he had to hawk 

he squawked about trickle-down economics since greed founded it  cried that it was a touchstone 

                                                                                                        he figured then

by now they would have choked to death on it or someone with a healthy dose of common sense a firm grip and a little spine would have strangled them

he might have but he never aspired to run in circles that would have brought him in contact with them

an occasional bodyguard has now evolvedmutated into anxious phalanxes of armoured security  has wrought gated communities  moats  drawbridges  damsels and dragons  wannabe royalty and ruthless oligarchs

then the spittle and drivel of inequality morphed in his mouth he scratched his head  he wasnt saying inequality any more he said inequalaity  unequal preachers

                                                 snake oil salesmen and slippery women

listen they say they have seen the path to Heaven

they are intrepid

Come with me. I will take you. you bet they will

they promise the moon they paint a pie in the sky

but first

in order to lead

to ascend

to mount

they must look the part  

                         who would follow a grubby preacher who would follow someone who wasnt transported in elegant cars or flew in a private jet 

they assure  Closer to God am I

transport? 

            hed transport them with a swift kick in the seat of the pantstheyd wish they were wearing dungarees  silk aint much of a buffer when screeching bodily across pavement blacktop or gravel

1516,  Monday,  10  6. 19  

https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2019/07/education-isnt-enough/590611/?utm_source=newsletter&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=politics-daily-newsletter&utm_content=20190610&silverid-ref=MzI3NDE2MDg4ODMyS0

Johnny Cash  In the Sweet Bye and Bye  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=biXZRUqskcs