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My Iron Cage

My Iron Cage

Where I paid my debt to society. Framed for a crime I did not commit (blogging confidential Wealth Bondage data re: the moral depravity of our firm and its unregenerate customers), I lived for 20 years in that cage, before being released on parole. I went into Morals Consulting in the hope of restoring my ruined reputation. The sad thing is that I miss the iron cage. It is home to me still. It is there in Wealth Bondage I feel most free. What is greed? A vice, to be sure, but how except in yielding to our vices are we free? Who would call that bondage

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