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  Image Copilot generated I got an email message yesterday informing me that my “investment” had already increased to $861.53 and was about to double, then directed me to some email or phone action to take advantage of this doubling. I may be an octogenarian, but that doesn’t make me a babbling moron. I immediately identified it as a pirate ship coming alongside my rusting and slow schooner to rob me of some of my meager cargo. It used to be that economies would cough up surplus manpower through land shortage for farming, seasonal unemployment, or whatever factory owners’ whims dictated. No job meant no food. The temptation to remedy that led many men to join privateer ships , which were licenced to support navies in a mercenary capacity. Almost inevitably, these crews’ skills equipped them to enrich themselves, a temptation too powerful to pass up. Moral scruples abandoned, they attacked and plundered cargo ships in the knowledge that valuable goods, not peanut shells, merit ...

  iStock image A bridegroom is standing outside the church minutes before his entry into the sanctuary. He’s shaded by a giant elm tree and just as he and his best man are about to enter, a robin shits onto the shoulder of his wedding tuxedo. He takes it as a sign, cancels the wedding and leaves his blushing bride “at the altar.” It’s not uncommon to hear cliches like “everything happens for a reason,” or to declare that everything that happens is part of God’s plan for us. At the same time, we focus on blame when bad things happen, which is hard to assign in the case of a bird whose only connection to the bridegroom is proximity. So it must have been God sending a message, our young man concludes. It must be a warning that he’s making a wrong choice. He certainly can’t go ahead with guano on his shoulder so the message is clear, especially since our bridegroom’s been led to believe that everyone finds a partner meant just for them; how could he have thought this lovely one was ...

  “Here’s how to become a millionaire on a low salary,” the internet ad says below a smiling face of a happy, happy blue-collar man. By now, we should all know what that’s about: you send in X dollars and a computerized algorithm running 24/7 will buy or sell investment pieces with your X dollars. You may buy a tiny interest in Greyhound, say, at 2:30 am for $11.25 and sell it at 2:35 for 11:30 for a profit of $.05. And if the computer makes, say, 1,000 similar transactions while you’re asleep or at work, your portfolio will have grown by $50.00 in a day, let's say, and $1,500 in a month. That seems like a deal of which everyone should take advantage, except if everyone did and Rosthern, became home to 500 millionaire families, prices for houses, food, services would rise enormously on the principle of  whatever the market will bear . Unearned money, dollars achieved through speculation on the currency itself or on the price of land, goods or services, is in the end, blood m...