I've not heard of anything for a while. But oh, come on now, don't play with me.
For in the Real World, There is always the real predator and the real prey.
Not the Pseudo and the proxy, stereotypical newspaper stand bogey-men.
They're just paid for to keep the little-darlings and gormless cattle content.
The Public are, unquestionably to themselves, largely, and the establishement (sic!), no more, no less than a Virus. And you have to admit, as far as method acting goes, and role-playing go, a better choice of ACTOR could not be suggested. Like the Scots and their Afghani H·E·R·O·I·N, The Cattle Ingest Stupidity as a Pastime.
— The Beloved Bankster Class will finance the final solution to this viral infection. Let them have their cake!
Now, let's have the skinny!
I'm sick of looking at the unhelpful, twisted faces of the lovely workers down at my local bank.
They've gotten something rattling around between their conscience compartment and the customer relations department that they're not telling me.
What could YOU be thinking?
Let's get you in the Petri-dish, use a microscope, publish the results and be damned.