Bane came upon a darkened land and prepared to sink it deeper into the mire with vicious policies against the poor and favors for those who took to evil such as he.

In Bane’s twisted world, upside down was right side up:  There is no global warming, the rich need not pay taxes, the poor do not deserve universal healthcare.

And Bane set about to bring his dim worldview to a scorched nation of debtors and the indentured.

He raised more money than hope.

He told more scathing lies than any ordinary man ever could — and thought nobody noticed the contradictions in his incoherence against humanity.

However, Bane could not run from his past:  The trail of blood in paper was too thick to escape, and the heft of lost lives pulled him deeper down into the tar like a moral anchor from which there was no redemption.

The people rose up to strike him down and down and down again.

As Bane lay dying — last gasping for the sweet scent of fresh air from an alive world above him — he was overtaken with the loneliness of his cruel deceptions and the breath of life threaded from his lips like a final wisp of smoke from a dying coal mine.

As the world danced on Bane’s grave, the wise and the foreseers stood watch, knowing he would be back soon, but in a different form, and be more dangerous than ever.

Money never dies; it only regurgitates into inherited wealth: Bane is dead; but never gone.

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    1. Yes, Rush’s ridiculousness this morning is what prompted this story. Somebody on the right had to ring this up, though, because it’s just too absolutely beautifully perfect to “plant” subliminal hatred of Romney’s Bain with the Bane evildoer who breaks Batman’s back — even though it’s all kismet.

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