The Dirty Bill: How Monopoly House Rules Mirror a Broken Technofascist Economy

"What are you doing?" the interloper cries, as you fill the Free Parking lot with fines and pocket a bill from every denomination after rolling 'snake eyes.'

"I'm playing Monopoly," I tell my husband. "This is Kendzior Sisters, not Parker Brothers!"

The absolute lawlessness of Monopoly is not apparent until an interloper intervenes.

Monopoly then reveals itself as real estate Ouija: a battered board indecipherable to the guest but airtight in its internal logic.