Once in a while one is privileged to catch for a micromoment, an epiphanous glimpse of stark ugly reality. The kinds of things that pass for normal and go unnoticed until you realize your moral compass isn't dead or de-magnetized.
It happened while channel hopping late night in L.A. The "markets" in Europe are open and a panel of Fox market watchers was in high gudgeon. Exactly the cue to channel up. But as the television was responding to the channel change I thought I saw something positive about pawn shops in the information bar across the bottom. The one called a chiron I learned in the last two years.
And low and behold: