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From his maize-infested midwestern outpost where the "cow things" sometimes roam after dark, Big Otis shares his economic and political concerns of the day:
It's coytens I tell ya. Like a fucking bomb went off. Everything is fucked up --- not just what we own. This week only gold keeps me in the game.
McCain must feel like a damned janitor who somehow ended up in an operating room with an anesthetized patient in front of him, a scalpel in his hand, a full surgical crew standing by awaiting his command, and millions watching him on the TV monitor. And then someone lets a pig wearing lipstick into the OR.
As a bonus, Mr. Otis, M.S., also provides a link to this HuffingtonPost column by an economics professor who does a very workmanlike job of explaining what is happening in the financial sector right now. The author of the essay, Howard Schweber, also provides a bonus "conspiracy theory" that sounds a lot like the kind of stuff Naomi Klein talks about in The Shock Doctrine.
Tomorrow I'm finna run out to Borders and purchase my copy of the 2009 -- 2012 Mayan calandar while my dollar is still worth a Jefferson nickel.
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Hey, that sounds like a Scrubs episode I saw once!
ReplyDeleteBRH: I think it sounds even more clever than that!
ReplyDeleteI maintain that it was a cow thing.
ReplyDelete-Your Niece, Melina
Melina: I am certain that what you saw was a cow thing! It must have been a very frightening experience for you, sweety!
ReplyDeleteMore clever than Scrubs?
ReplyDeleteI guess I must have seen that on The West Wing, then...