Reading ‘The Prince of Providence’ like it’s the dot decoder of my youth. All those names, Buckles Melise, Bobo Marapese, stacks of bills wrapped in tinfoil, federal money lining the pockets of insiders while working class neighborhoods are abandoned to blight and neglect. Rats and garbage. Chief of police driven to suicide. Corruption means the rules don’t count- it’s who you know and who you pay.
It’s funny that so many of the people who talk about personal responsibility are ready to jump back into that, but there’s no evidence that humans are rational creatures. Is charisma and favoritism enough as long as the sun shines on our side of the street?
Cosmic weather today is dark with chance of lightning.