. .Greed. Sweet, indulgent, creamy greed: more, more, more for me, Me, ME. It is as benign as season tickets and as intricate as a Ponzi scheme. It has driven men and women to commit horrendous acts of selfish atrocity, like crushing one another in a mall, scrounging for Cabbage Patch Kids, Beanie Babies, or the latest PlayStation. In short, it can and will make you insane. Sadly, it is not like Christmas: It comes more than once a year and no one is greedy for socks, except Wembly from Fraggle Rock, who does not count because he is a puppet and, therefore, not real. Then again it could have been Gobo; I get all my puppets mixed up sometimes. Greed is the urge to own and obtain every action figure on the planet. Greed is the needle in the back of your neck that pushes you to add extra zeroes to your own bankroll check at the office. Greed is the never-ending search for a completion of self that, sadly, may never come. It is in all of us, and it is inevitable. It is wealth and stuff and class and holdings and everything else that spins the head from time to time.
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