Information is currency, worth its weight in gold,

bought and sold in black markets and five-and-dimes at a face value inflated.  Day-traders talk up the price of oil while gamblers place their bets on the outcome of troop movements in the Mid-East.  Futures markets are sluggish on all fronts, while the past trades briskly in all media.  Lovers engage in wild speculation on their possibilities, while remembering to wear protection in the heat of battle.  You know we’re in trouble when suicide becomes the leading cause of death.  Capitalism is a confidence game that folds up early if the main players throw in their towels.