Nonshit, Robert, Ray's an organ-eating anarchist not a vapid tea-sip socialist. A while back Ray yanked a capitalist apologist's lawyer's cold dead dried nut heart from behind a Kevlar diamond-studded vest and lipped and tongued it like a lady's freeze-dried private then swallowed it whole, burping at the lawyer never missing a syllable in a diatribe against outlaws, yodeling in Harvard Law speak that cyber jesse james are the worst evil in the marketplace for riggers of such places. No difference between a socialist and a capitalist, barks the enemy of both sides of the same schema to rape the poor and credulous, to feather the leaders' nest with yuk-yuk a sucker every day. Commies, now there's a diversion fabricated in the propaganda mills by ideological word-toolers of capitalists and socialists, heeding the marketplace rule 1: concoct a worse evil to send the pack howling at phantasms while draining their savings, cutting back their jobs, sending their sons off to slaughter pens, or, to put it more vulgarly, the free hand of the market lifting wallets and crushnig lives while the media-mesmerized yokels stare bug-eyed shitless at angels and devils paraded from pulpits to chickenhawk feeding lots. No difference between capitalists, socialists and organized religion. Creepy, how these fundamentalists yarp and predate, blaming their victims, citing chapter and verse why those who got it deserve it, QED. Then philosophers who gloss the way things are as if nothing can be done about. Then there're mean anarchists, who Ray is one of, not the house-broken kind perfuming the fould feathered nests with mild wordy, wordy dissent as if an SEC regulator, or more recently, promoter of the public paying for new power grids. Markets suck, that's what makes them so appealing to bloodsuckers of addled customers, and moreso to vulture investors.