
As the ruthless kingpin of a mighty cartel dealing straight, uncut truth on street corners all around Wisconsin and rapidly expanding beyond, I can only say 'yup, you got me pegged'. It's not all a bowl of cherries, though, even at the top of the food chain. Had a little problem with the distribution network and it looks like we have some entry-level openings to move some product, in fact, new batch with the street name Phonetic Enhancement. But we're offing the whole effin' crew that hit our people, some gang goes by 'Dispersion Theory' or something. Beyond that, I'm running out of things to do with my cash. I mean, how many Caribbean islands am I supposed to own? It's not easy. Like my role model, Scarface, said way back when: I always tell the truth. Even when I lie.

Don't get me wrong … I get the joke and love the snark. But you gotta have some caveats for the uninitiated … some young person out there is reading this stuff and thinking that they should get an MBA instead of a PhD in some social science.
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I did some hard time for my involvement in Sympathy Theory, but I'm clean now and staying far from the game.
Well, there are serious issues with graduate education but I'm not getting the sense that this story advances our understanding of things. Also, do I have to get some weird tattoo or anything?
And I wasn't so convinced by the repetition of the "high salary" parallel... I don't know about you, Mr. Verb, but I don't have a storage locker full of cash.
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