‘I’m umbly thankful to you, sir,’ said Mrs. Heep, in acknowledgement of my inquiries concerning her health, ‘but I’m only pretty well. I haven’t much to boast of. If I could see my Uriah well settled in life, I couldn’t expect much more I think. How do you think my Ury looking, sir?’

As the world's drug habit shows, governments are failing in their quest to monitor every London window-box and Andean hillside for banned plants. But even that Sisyphean task looks easy next to the fight against synthetic drugs.

What about the debt load we’re supposedly imposing on future generations? This is another transparently Petersonian feat of sleight of hand, based on the assertion that while it’s we who incur the debt, it’s our children who will have to pay if off.

You should prepare for the coming boom in the tech industry.