The Wall Street Journal Headquarters has been gassed with a gas that limits seeing, hearing, and speaking. Evil, and otherwise. Some are worried this will render them worthless. Many think they already are worthless. Surely, they are a net negative to the overall American scene, they should be closed.
Sell your data in a heartbeat, and charge you a subscription fee. The screws only begin when you sign in, the rest is for your mind, a helping of manipulation. Sell low, buy high. Laugh when they cry, frown when they smile. Upside down and easy.
Common dirt diggers now, thinking they are part of the story. Full of loose druggies, probably. The worst kind of druggies. Wall Street is a figment, a whiff, an oily smell. A hole, sources say.
