Government’s sharpest minds announcing the product of unprecedented negotiations in which our very survival as a nation hangs by a thread, or NBC debuting the new cast of SNL?
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Golly, how does the richest nation in the world come within spitting distance of a depression almost overnight? This revealing article that appeared in BussinessWeek just as Henry Paulson took the reigns as SecTrej should shed some light. A few choice blurbs:
“Think of Paulson as Mr. Risk. He’s one of the key architects of a more daring Wall Street, where securities firms are taking greater and greater chances in their pursuit of profits. “
“Clearly, Paulson isn’t scared by debt and risk-taking (…) Facing intense competition from around the world, the only way the American economy can thrive is through risk-taking.”
And of course:
“Paulson is known as an exceedingly effective communicator. If he can translate Wall Street’s language of speculation into something the public and politicians understand, the President’s gamble in appointing him will pay off for everyone.”
“Give me every fucking penny you’ve got or planet earth dies!!” Is that effective enough communication for you?
As America braces for the reprecussions of the attack on our economy by al-Wall Street, now is the time to contact your senators and congressmen that you will be watching them like a hawk.
America’s credit card is now officially maxed, and taxes are definitely going up to be raised to pay for the bailout. Every penny that Congress doesn’t pinch as it calculates how to keep the monacled classes flush with caviar will be vacuumed directly from your wallet, and sooner rather than later. Remind our lawmakers that we are paying attention.
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SPEAKING OF SHOPPING, a certain cartoonist who will remain nameless me! me! me! is celebrating his 37th birthday on the 30th of this month. And while I know that our unspoken compact is that I will provide the entertainment gratis while you, the audience, gain the medically proven benefits of life-extending laughter, in the past there have been a few of you who insisted on sending me little goodies to show their appreciation for all my hard work.
And while I have tried mightily to keep the location of my PO Box secret, somehow the fact that is is box 10446, Rochester NY, 14620-0446 keeps slipping out. In any event, here are a few things I would not say no to if they were ever to…well, a man can dream.
There is a movement chugging through our great land like a mighty locomotive to cast Sarah Palin as the acolyte of a Martian cult of religious CHUDs, the same as was done to Barack Obama during the Reverend Wright-boating campaign, and I want in!
Rev up your Palin phobia with this micro-documentary about how the spiritual kin of She Who Would Be Veep act when they get all liquored up on the Lord. Then cool down on this hilarious sketch from SNL featuring Tina Fey in the role she was born to play.
UPDATE: Things are getting kookier. Palin’s wardrobe does not bode well for peace in our galaxy.
