Let's say a gun-toting maniac was threatening to blow your brains out unless you could justify your existence to him: what would you say?

I'd say I admire your honesty, but I don't.

You're a scumfuck who derives satisfaction propping up the corporate fuckwads who brought this country--no, this planet--to the brink of Armageddon just 3 years ago. You are a part of that power-structure that fucked America up the ass and then made us pay you trillions of dollars for the privilege. Your happiness is as irrelevant to me as the happiness of a leach sucking blood from my veins. I hope that the day is fast approaching when every last one of you robber-baron motherfuckers is dead or destitute. I know that it probably won't happen. I know you'll probably die on satin sheet with a clear conscience. You get to be one of the bad guys, and you get to smile about it and justify it and laugh about it--and that's just the way of the world. But then again, the way things are going, maybe you will be on the business end of a Molotov Cocktail yet. I hope so. I really do.

That's all you got, huh? Oh no, don't tell me: that's all I'm worth. Because what I said is patently ridiculous and you're really a good person who just happens to like money and power. I'm buying into some liberal propaganda. It's really not your fault--or Wall St.'s fault!--that anything has gone wrong with this country's economy. It was us stupid peasants who don't work hard like you, right? Yeah.