How Low Can the Market Go? Obama’s Plans Ride on the Answer
What price, sanity?
This Election Eddy we have created via our IF electorate (“incumbent flush”) is a sort of drunken relay race in which the torch is passed from one stumbling, weaving, unsteady hand to another.
We simply say, “throw the bums out, bring in the other bums”…and the narcissitic fools, inebriated with newly found “power” over us, declare a mandate for their particular brand of excess and impose a Rube Goldbergesque machination to “fix” the direction the breeze blows.
It appears at the moment, that the current medicine men have started a brush fire by lighting an ACORN or two and began looking for a liquid to put it out. Kerosene is as good as any other liquid, apparently. Tucked away neatly in the safe haven of an entrenched media design, they risk no exposure to the elements. Sweetheart deals don’t merely come from now bankrupt lenders, or pals who cooked the books at Fannie and Freddie…but from a bankrupt Fourth Estate…wielding alternately a sword and shield at what it chooses to see with a blind left eye and a myopic right one.
Out here in the cf bleachers, watching the game unfold…a little rain brought out the TARP, but for some reason the groundskeepers decided to cover the box seats instead of the field. This left all the concessions to people who don’t have the money to pay for them…while those who can…and do…are left in the dark…and the field is becoming unplayable…even dangerous. Watching this behavior on TV, the future box seats purchasers have cancelled their tickets, not wishing to endure a similar fate…and the price of those seats has dropped to new lows. And the field becomes more unplayable.
The new bums have the umpires on their side in a rigged game, but can’t seem to field a team that hasn’t been caught in a subsistence abuse scandal. Every one who comes up to bat… swings for the fences, then trips coming out of the box.
The “other” bums, who have been trounced recently, must suffer a moving strike zone, rather “fluid” fair and foul calls, and anyone connected with the military, CIA or Wall Street with a permanent “spitter” by Hollywood, academia and the entrenched media.
What price, sanity? Only the price of a country I once knew and loved. It’s a long, long season I’m afraid. And not even newly installed lights may save us from the coming darkness. Throw the bums out, bring in the other bums.
