Evidently it has been said that I worship money--of course all my friends know this to be true. I sleep on a mattress of one-hundred dollar bills and I sell crack out of an ice-cream truck to pre-teens (this is how I fund my retirement account) when I’m not busy watching the Stock Market. So what I am going to propose is that the empty church down the road from my home be converted to the Church of the Almighty Dollar. I will be Pastor Dollar Signs and my sermons will be on strategies of how to rip off old, scared and gullible people. Oh, wait, that’s what some church’s do already. Damn, and I thought I was on to something. Back to the drawing board.