The Invisible Hand Screws Us All

The Game Kings prepare to play the market. Ripped from the headlines. Zeus has his own plans.



The market opens.



This is going to be a headscratcher.

Hopes and fears are on the line.



PROFITS DOWN!



Read it and weep. All of us lost money.



But one of us loss less. Mr. Still Has Some Moneybags.

Million dollars

Million dollars a video by Link.n.Logs on Flickr.

Victory to the Glorious Red Army!

Debacle!
Sure, we were all caught unawares by the swift victory of the Red Army. Nobody expected Capitalist resistence to collapse so quickly but that is the nature of class struggle.
The bourgeoisie lives by the acceleration of production but, at the same time, seeks to slow the pace of struggle.



But, in the end, the contending forces will take their position.



Stay alert, comrades!



The Red Army advances!



And, at last, the ruling class, appalled and disheartened, removes itself from the scene and retreats to the dustbin of history.

Tonight We Ride!!!

Game Night tonight.

Will I feast on the entrails of my opponents, drink the very marrow from their bones and show them a hell unlike any from their worst nightmares...or will I merely gorge myself on Fritos and Schoolboy cookies, and let the dice roll as they may?

Stay tuned, gentle reader, for tonight--WE RIDE!!