This is the sad story of over-age children in a candy store and the inner misery that comes from living in an own imaginary soap opera. It is not about bad choices, it is about repeating the bad choices. And finally about not letting go of the pleasure to run your own TV show-like fantasy. The ugly part is the exploitation of this sad stories for a personal agenda backed up solely by emotion with no reason involved. The banking system is to blame for adults that live their own FaceBook game and the only thing missing is daddy's credit card to buy this nice set of virtual violet flowers to have their dream house. And everything is enabled not by the marketing, but by state propaganda. Contact me with Questions, Comments or Suggestions ryitfork @ bitmail.ch