Once upon a time there was a little boy named Neville. He wanted to grow up to be a Capitalist. So, he worked and he studied and one day he was allowed to join the mighty Free Market of a great Metropolis.
Soon Neville began to see the relationship between the wealth he was accruing and power. Liking power he joined the government of the Metropolis. As time went on Neville became increasingly good at the science of money and power; and one day an ill wind blew a crisis to his Metropolis. Given his acumen and skill in the ways of Capitalism the people called Neville to help Head the Ship of State. He steered it beautifully out of the storm of catastrophe and back into the sunlight of budding prosperity.
Sadly when he became the Captain of that Ship, history turned against Neville. His life changed as the sun went out and the moon shed a cold light on his Metropolis. He met a Devil named Adolf and soon was all at sea. Bringing the skills of a great Capitalist to the table, Neville tried to make a deal with the Devil; but the Devil don't deal. Devil wants it all.
Remember little Neville the next time someone tells you that only a business guy can run a country. More importantly remember a bulldog-looking man, chewing on a cigar, drinking brandy and selecting his words like beautiful blooms for a magnificent bouquet. That would be Neville’s successor, Sir Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill a historian, biographer, professional solider and statesman who led England out of WWII and may not have been able to balance his damn checkbook.
