It has taken some time, but most of us think we have come to understand the near-total economic collapse rigged by greed-heads, the most recent collapse, that is, the one we all hope has passed.  Or, we all feel that we understand -- same thing, for many people.

Which kind of scary to address?  Oh, hell -- let's try to do both.

After endless examples and conversational models involving tranches and other roulette bets, we more or less get it:  We were boarded by Wall Street pirates running on high-seas casinos, stashing their loot in friendly, duty-free ports of call, on lovely green islands, all stashed inside -- apparently -- one simple, 2-bedroom bungalow with a mailing address, home port, for 5,319 corporations, give or take a few thousand.  Safe at home in this here haven, aye -- safe haven to be sure!

We've already asked a few questions meant to be considered and answered by religious believers, with the answers kept private, shared only between them and God. We now have a final question to ask, with the answer meant for us all, as Americans living in this land.

We need to ask the continuing patience of religious believers in this question, to help us all find an answer to this question -- an answer for atheists, agnostics, for any group or non-group accidentally left out here. An answer for all of us, for every American.

Cecil B. DeMille made a lavish production out of the Ten Commandments, naming it just so. You may have seen it.  It remains a huge and visually staggering film, chock-full of indelible imagery from biblical accounts.

By contrast, no production of any sort is planned here -- no theatrics, no rehearsed scripts. This is a simple piece.  In its deepest heart, it asks followers of religions -- Christianity most especially -- for a truce, one long enough to exchange information among believers and those who do not.

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall -- all over the place, on our vehicles, too:  Which Republican candidate in there's getting stranger by the second, what's all that smoke in there obscuring our view? Which world is spinning faster all the time -- the one inside there or out here? Which dreadful candidate has too much spin... or been spun up, wound up too tight?

Why aren't all of them down on hands and knees on these stages, at these so-called debates, searching for their marbles -- clearly, the whole pack of these jesters lost their entire collection, and a long time ago.