Yum, pork chops!

A chirpy English lass put it well on the Beeb this morning: you have ten pork chops. One of them is off. You can’t really sell that one, so you grind them all up together to make sausages, figuring that just a little bit of badness won’t kill anyone. Only, once the trenchers find out that the sausage is tainted, nobody wants to buy any of it. Replace mortgages for porkchops and witness the financial hysterics “correct,” in the S&M terminology of financial capital, the market.