There is a song that makes them quake in their boots. It is not a song about the glories of capitalism. Quite the contrary: It’s a song which was born out of the Paris Commune. Henry Paulson would faint if he walke onto the trading floor of the NYSE and the traders all started to sing it. W would flee in terror if one of his stage managed crowds beagan to sing it. Obama would, out of fear, try to stop the crowds from singing if they started. It’s that type of song.
