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The waiter quickly pulled up a seat, backward, against the table and sat leaning forward with arms crossed around the back rest, handing a long serving spoon to Mina with a grin. The place was nearly empty except for these chronic late comers. "I guess it boils down to what happens when one group of people, not just government, has unbalanced unanswerable power - any people, any organization - religious, philosophical, ethnic... what else, .. " Marcus threw in corporate, " uh, yeah, corporate especially, hmmm, any group capable of cleaving together. Or the reverse, If any group is singled out for lesser treatment, watch out. Rules which disenfranchise are gunpowder." Marcus' mind flashed to Dr. Farr's concept of devils diminishing other devils, balance of power. "No peace without justice," the waiter spoke up. But John refined that to no peace without a mechanism for justice. In his mind, the laws of the select are laws designed to keep themselves select and out of the reach of law. Inequality is not mere unequal treatment within law. Watch for laws of personal exception." "ERISA," Shannon whispered to herself. Macaluso's narrowed eyes agreed. "Zambuca. Espresso? Anybody?", the waiter mouthed. "I'll pass." "No." "Pass." "Law which cuts off redress seeds revolution," John upgraded his prior assertion in a nearly direct quote from Jake Green. "We all need to become who we are. All of us. It is a pressure that, if contained, explodes." Marcus didn't let on that he recognized Jake Green's Steam essay being paraphrased. The waiter, though, leaned to the ladies and whispered, "Green," nodding. John acknowledged, "Yeah. The guy gets to you. It isn't an Irish issue nor a black issue. It is a human issue.