Okay, I don't wanna say I told you so, but...
Guys and gals: if we don't get it by now, then we deserve it please-sir-may-I-have-another.
The trillion dollar bailout was a scam. No accountability. No disclosure. It smelled awful but we let the greed whores do it anyway. They said "Do it or else XYZ will happen!" We flinched. And they had us. But good. The old ones are the best.
Forget their blatant abuse of the system.
Forget their utter contempt for justice, for fairness, for honesty, for Democracy, for America.
Forget the media's blizzard of pallid punditry, with their candy coated smiles and their phlegmmy shrieks and their distracting bust lines.
Think: the corporate capitalisto-fascists must hate, I mean reeeaaallly, hate
Must hold them in utter disdain. And to harbor such dizzying revulsion for them it must be that they truly, ultimately fear them. Though clearly, not while they trundle around in their Ambien® sleep-walk-eat-fuck state.
You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things. So saturated and swollen by fatuous television, disposable music, myopic perspective; so reliant upon an infrastructure purposely neglected to keep its dependents on edge; so trained to submit to authority no matter how incapable or incompetent so long as it waves a flag or brandishes a religious symbol or promises more pie in the sky when you Wii.
Justice must be taken out of their pockets and placed into our hands.
A nation of rubberneckers pausing to watch their own car wreck as though viewing it on a small, pinchable screen; so distanced from their own senses tragically having come to trust distrust, to embrace their own submissiveness, to ignore their own extinction. Funny -- no, terrible how a nation which once prided itself on individual strength and grit and honesty could be so pressed into a weak and hollow brand, a generic herd poked and prodded by wranglers perched high in glass towers.
Christmas is coming. And regardless of what you know deep down to be happening, they would like it -- you'd be doing them and yourselves a favor -- if you'd spend a little more. And a little more. And a little more. You'd be bailing them out. Be charitable.
After all, these are hard times.