From the union of power and money, from the union of power and secrecy, from the union of government and science, from the union of government and art, from the union of science and money, from the union of ambition and ignorance, from the union of genius and war, from the union of outer space and inner vacuity, the Mad Farmer walks quietly away.

Let me say and not mourn: the world lives in the death of speech and sings there.

To be sane in a mad time is bad for the brain, worse for the heart.'

What I stand for is what I stand on.

But now, as throughout history, financial capacity and political perspicacity are inversely correlated.

No, let the monarch's bags and others hold The flattering, mighty, nay, al-mighty gold.

Ours is a government of checks and balances. The Mafia and crooked businessmen make out checks, and the politicians and other compromised officials improve the…