I'm imagining a bunch of pitch-fork weilding investment bankers... Frothing at the mouth for economic Justice!

And then emerging from the darkness into the glimmering torch-light...as the crowd of Lower-upper class slowly parts in a hesitant mix of fear and rage--What is that I see?

Why it is Larry Ellison, Bill Gates, and Ben & Jerry in shackles...Hark all, for it is obvious they have been beaten. Even so, the crowd begins to hiss at them when suddenly and a well-dressed, but moderatly so elderly woman walks in front of the procession..The crowd is becomes silent--They don't know what to make of this...Will she offer compassion? She skoffs at the sickening sight--The prisoners are but a hollow--ye no, a shallow shell of their former selves--For they no longer have any dignity. She spits at their feet, turns her back, and delays their fate no longer.

The prisoners again slowly trudge forward... Nearer they come to a tower which upon closer inspection proves to be a dreaded guillotine.

Following behind the prisoners is a recent graduate of the Harvard Business School's Leadership Initiative: He carries a long spike which he uses to prod quite harshly, the condemed.

Finally, they rise to a platform where they meet face to face with a stern looking Howard Dean... with a snap of his weathered hand, he unscrolls their death warrants!