Stop me if you've heard this one before: Bigwigs pull some strings, and the rest of us hardly ever know what the heck is really going on. This is how real life works. It's like looking at a 419-car pileup on the freeway, most days: Lots of wreckage, and no way to know what really happened, or how to easily untangle the mess.
However, this everyday, hamstrung-pulled reality also contains trainloads of Red Herring Brand fish meal scattered all over the road, for miles around, just in case it might help cover up some of the more telling skid marks, and to help keep anyone from tracing any awkward facts back to any embarrassing sources.
And, you know, truisms, and trains, can collide, like this one: The deeper the well-fattened, well-privileged hand goes into the forbidden cookie jar, the more fanciful the tale it tells when it gets caught.
The cookie-jar analogy is apt because most Jar-Divers are mere children, just in fully-grown, adult bodies -- adults with kid-brains, adults who have never been taught anything but the basics of one game, called You Grab and You Get. These are people who were never taught, and who never needed to learn about, impulse control.