It was a day of darkness. Mr neoliberal knocked on his mother’s door. She opened the door and was delighted to see her son after so many years, she invited him in but Mr Neoliberal pulled out a small handgun. His eyes were welling up as he slowly moved the gun, pointing it at his mother. His trembling finger pushed down on the trigger. There was a loud bang. Now in tears Mr Neoliberal stood over his Mother’s corpse and said “I’m sorry, but the line must go up an incremental amount so the world gets more gooder.” He moved onto his next task. In order to make the billionaires richer, he had to kill himself. He pointed the gun to his head and uttered his last words, “The money will trickle down bro we’ll all be billionaires soon.” There was another loud bang. Mr Neoliberal was dead. But it was for the greater good, the line went up an incremental amount and the billionaires got richer. The world had become more gooder.