Look, I control a large part of this barrio because I control one thing, credit. That's right, it's that simple. Credit is the lifeline, the blood that turns the wheels. In Barelas I control it, but out there, well, out there are bigger animals, and they in turn control my credit. It doesn't matter how good a businessman I am, if they cut off my credit I am dead, the barrio's dead, nothing grows without the green blood of the dollar. Now, how long do you think it would take the banks to cut off my credit if I joined a group of communists like you? They'd do it like this!