Don't spread my wealth, spread my work ethic

Drat! I've been tagged.


I hate it when that happens!

And I am not even sure what it is exactly that I am supposed to be doing.


Anyone's guess is as good as mine, but by the look of it, it would appear that I am expected to partake into some sort of a $@#* neo-libertarian ghost dance to help revive the waning spirit of Milton Friedman or some nonsense of the sort. Why would anyone want to do that? Don't ask me, ask Ben. It's all quite doolally. I think Lockwood put him up to it [link]. Unless it was Tom [link].

I have been told that particularly elaborate rain dances could inspire the participants, as well as audience, to partake in unusual and extreme acts of worship. But I confess my ignorance as to what kind of ritual the worshipers of the "invisible hand" of the market require to appease their god when "the hand" is upset.

I don't know. Perhaps this will get me off the hook for now:



I am not sure how that song holds in terms of "work ethic," but the legend of the tribe holds that the trickle-down rain summoned by the tribe contains the spirits of past Republican chiefs (like Ronald Reagan), who, when falling, battle evil market spirits in the transitional plane between our reality and the ethereal plane of Libertarian dogmas.