I’m officially over this whole bailout thing.
The fear-mongering proponents of it (which now includes the President and his administration, the leadership of both parties in both houses of Congress, major financial advisors and just about anyone else with a microphone) have held a gun to our heads for the last few weeks and said, “Hand over the money, or your country gets it.”
Well, I for one am telling them to stick that $700 billion back up the ass from whence they pulled it. Let it all come crashing down. Then, they can use the $700 billion to give people jobs building roads, developing alternatives to foreign oil, or just making the prize on “Deal or No Deal” really sweet.
What seems to have gotten my goat? What, you ask, was the last straw?
I read the Senate’s version of the bill. The one that passed. The one that both Mr. “No more earmarks” and Mr. “Change” voted for.
Among its provisions are the following gems:
*Increase in limit on cover over of rum excise tax to Puerto Rico and the Virgin Islands.
*Seven-year cost recovery period for motorsports racing track facility.
*Extension and modification of duty suspension on wool products; wool research fund; wool duty refunds.
*Provisions related to film and television productions.
*Exemption from excise tax for certain wooden arrows designed for use by children.
*Income averaging for amounts received in connection with the Exxon Valdez litigation.
Here’s how bizarre the world has become. I’m listening to right-wing radio and reading conservative blogs, and their thoughts are pretty much summed up by that paragon of conservatism…Michael Moore!
As crazy as things are right now, tens of thousands of people got a car loan this week. Thousands went to the bank and got a mortgage to buy a home. Students just back to college found banks more than happy to put them into hock for the next 15 years with a student loan. Life has gone on. Not a single person has lost any of their money if it