The predicate basis of capitalism, indeed of society Herself, is trust.
Trust, once fully shattered, is extraordinarily difficult to mend.
People today say: “I don’t trust Wall Street, I don’t trust banks.”
Notwithstanding that nobody ever did trust these places, an accommodation must be made for a society to function.  We must have banks.  We must have shares tradings.  Such activities, honestly done, are the straws that stir the drink of life.
If I give you my money in full faith that you will watch over it, add interest to it and purchase equities and bonds and other instruments at my direction in order to increase my holdings as agreed between us, I anticipate a reasonable diligence and honesty on your part.
 When I do not get that, when you steal my money, I become, understandably, nonplussed.
While much of the instant thread of conversation today speaks to the Americans having become nonplussed with finance, lamentably, the trouble is far more vexing.
When one says: “Nobody trusts banks or Wall Street,” they ignore that the Americans are equally, perhaps more so, nonplussed, with politicians, the Church, the press, the family and all other pillars of society on which gentlemanliness so tenuously now rests His restive little Head.  
Nobody trusts these other societal pillars either.  
Trust is the sine qua of capitalism. Without trust, there can be no trade.
More harrowingly still, beyond shattered trust in banking and finance, the concomitant collapse of trust in the other societal pillars named here: politics, press, Church, family, the legal system, the medical arts, inter alia, taken together, makes for a thick, dark underbrush through which the Americans must now band together to hack themselves out. 
Said more comprehensively here then today: trust is the predicate basis of Society Herself.  
Without such trust, man is left, not simply with a financial dilemma, man is left bereft of any society at all.

How short the list one could compile of those of whom it can be said that fame and money did not deprave?

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  • At Washington, capital city of the terminally self-absorbed, mortal man holds to fleeting, feeble and fallible opinion, God immutable fact.
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      • It is my assessment that America is dying inside, being eaten away by the horror of the collapse of the middle orders, the attendant societal and religious values and customs of those orders and the ubiquity of war making for dubious purpose.
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      • The rich man ought not be taxed at all~~he ought be compelled to employ and train the poor man~~directly~~personally.


      The principal need in America today is~~financial and industrial De-Globalization~~to facilitate the promotion of the possibility for the average man to get and keep a good job with good benefits paid by the employer~~as was done not very long ago.~~


      ~~Bene Nati, Bene Vestiti, Et Mediocriter Docti~~

      ~~La crema y nata~~


      ~~Artista de la conquista



      In sunshine and in shadow~~I hold tight to the Republican view of time and money~~I write night and day~~yet~~while impecunious~~I am vastly overpaid~~in that taking pay to do what I love is unfair~~to my employer~~in a fair system~~under such circumstances~~I should pay him~~not he me~~I am far, far too old a man to be sexually confused~~praise Jesus~~but I am yet young enough to be politically confused~~is anyone not~~in an absolute sense~~I am a Catholic Royalist~~in a practical sense~~I am a Classical Liberal~~a Gaullist~~a Bonapartist~~an American Nationalist  Republican~~in either sense~~my head is soon for the chopping block~~to hasten my interlude with Madame La Guillotine~~I write without fear~and without favor of~any man. 
      Finis Origine Pendet…
      The escape commences…
      September, 1957
      Saint Jane Frances de Chantal Catholic parochial school, called, by anyone of any background, simply: “Chan~al,” a place where, of an autumn day in 1957, school,  for me,  began and ended in the first convening of the first grade in which a tiny nun, one Sister Dom Bosco, appeared before me, just behind the window appearing at far left of this photograph, and piped out this: “I may be small, but so then, is the Atom Bomb.”
      My determination to escape school commenced immediately on hearing about this Atom Bomb business and took 16 dicey and arduous years to finally accomplish.~~
      Non Sibi
      The escape continues…
      September, 1966
      The Cathedral Latin School
        Finis Origine Pendet
      Κύριε ἐλέησον

      Rejoice and Glad!!





      ~The Original Angry Bird~~The Catholic University of America Screaming Red Cardinal Mascot~~



      ~~EX LIBRIS~~
        10 November, Tuesday,  Anno Domini Nostri Iesu Christi, 2015

      Tweets: @jtdbegg
      “Jean-Marie Le Pen is a friend. He is dangerous for the political set because he’s the only one who’s sincere. He says out loud what many people think deep down, and what the politicians refrain from saying because they are either too demagogic or too chicken. Le Pen, with all his faults and qualities, is probably the only one who thinks about the interests of France before his own.”~~
      French actor~~Alain Delon

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      Seal of The Catholic University of America



      Deus Lux Mea Est


      Acta Est Fabula

      The escape concludes…


      The Catholic University Of America, Washington, District of Columbia.


      1976, Anno Domini Nostri Iesu Christi.



      Acta Est Fabula.


      Deus Vult.


      ~~Our Ubiquitous Presence~~

      The Queen~~

      Our Queen now 63 years on~~

      Simply the best President we could ever hope to have~~

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