The Panuzio Home, East Lake Monday, 19 September, 5:47 a.m.-10

1979 Words

“Yeah,” Mitch said. “Hard to fight back. The only effective way to fight is to open a competing business but government regulations make that almost impossible. In the name of protecting the public from unregulated industry, they’ve created monopolies of quasi-regulated cartels.” “Yeah. Well…I don’t…It’s crushing. Information and entertainment mergers concentrate images, thoughts and attitudes in fewer and fewer minds. It’s all crushing. Crushing to anyone who’s not part of it. It’s all a matter of control, Mitch. And of money. The new and seemingly benign dictatorships by the gatekeepers of information and power and money. It’s like a giant stone’s fallen—in front of us. Right in our path. And we’ve been part of it! We,” he hit the center of his chest with his fingertips, “for meager sch

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