Showing posts with label depression. Show all posts
Showing posts with label depression. Show all posts

Friday, October 3, 2008

Officially and Irreversibly Screwed

Ladies and Gentlemen, let October 3, 2008, stand as the day America was thoroughly f*cked by its politicians and bankers.

This bill was passed too hastily, it's giving Wall Street way too much leeway (not to mention being rewarded for something it should have been violently punished for). The people that got us into this mess are the same ones that are claiming to get us out, a promise I have a hard time believing. Especially because we, the taxpayers, are no doubt going to be the ones who get to finance this. Think of it this way: the government didn't buy up $700 billion of bad mortgages, we bought $700 billion in bad mortgages that we didn't want to. Sounds more like someone stole the nation's credit card and racked up a crapload of bills.

Maybe it will work out in the end; maybe it won't. But the whole damn thing stinks. Considering the incompetence of our national leaders, I am not holding out hope for the future. My generation, and the generations to follow, are the ones that are going to have to pay this. Goodness knows how! How many of us can't find work, or have to work two jobs at minimum wage to keep from sliding into debt? Who do they expect to pay for this?

We're screwed. Utterly and thoroughly screwed.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

All the Good Ones Are Shuffling Loose

George Carlin, I will miss you. You were the only decent stand-up comedian. The only one that mattered. A genius in your own right.

What are we left with? Dane Cook? Please excuse me while I deposit my partially-digested dinner in the toilet.

We are losing all the best artists and thinkers. There are few worthwhile to step in and fill those shoes. How many have we lost these past few years? It's hard to keep track.

Please, my favorite artists, writers, actors, musicians: hold on as long as you can. Don't leave us with dreck.