By David Fear The ultrarich, they’re not like you and me. They cozy up to corrupt administrations, and treat human rights like inconveniences. They buy legacy newspapers and throw billions at media companies so they can push private political agendas. They make deals with the devil in exchange for immortality and truly extraordinary New York real estate. You don’t need to have scanned the Epstein files back to front to realize that when it comes to the one-percent, offering the occasional sacrifice to the Prince of Darkness is hardly the most outrageous or offensive thing you could picture them doing now. Nor do you have to pine for a place in the Dakota, a.k.a. the apartment building in Rosemary’s Baby, to imagine New Yorkers joining satanic cults to secure spots in an exclusive Manhattan co-op. Nail down that rent-controlled two-bedroom any way you can, folks.…