There’s this cartoon image of a bomb pump, pumping bombs out of this U.S. ventricle to launching pads around the planetary realm. From these launching pads explosive violence engulfs all around with crumbling destruction, balls of fire and more radioactive fire. The cartoon bone collector doesn’t want the profits to stop. The bomb pumping heart pumps up an uppity beat so the bombs won’t go dry. Bank accounts collect piles of counterfeit currency while the debt whip cracks down on the broken shoulders of a cracked and blind population. The true value in karma just tipped the scale. What could ever go wrong with this picture?