Okay, now this is getting very strange. This is reminiscent of what my wife and I euphemistically referred to
back in 2000 as the “election show” – the recount fiasco. Only this time the meltdown is happening before the voting begins. Holy jeebus – here we are in the midst of an economic train wreck that any fool could have seen coming from about a hundred miles away, and just as our bonehead president is about to close on a bailout deal, Admiral John McCain melodramatically “suspends his campaign” two days before the first presidential debate and declares that he is going to apply his renowned financial acumen to the negotiations. Next thing anyone knows, the congressional Republicans are bailing on their president’s plan, raising additional provisions (like their perennial favorite, another capital gains tax cut) and digging in their heals less than a day after their leadership indicated a deal was at hand. Mission accomplished, admiral!
Is it just me, or does McCain seem way too mercurial a figure to be trusted with the presidency, particularly at a time like this? I could almost see some sense in his rushing back to Washington if he served on any of the key committees (or if he had planned to even say anything at the White House meeting, which apparently he didn’t), but a knee-jerk move like this appears motivated only by political considerations. It was certainly the “you kids get off my lawn” McCain we saw at Friday night’s debate, gripping the podium like it was his fighter/bomber flight controls, grimacing hideously like a man trying to stick to his anger management strategies, and refusing to say a single good word about – or even look at – his opponent through the entire 97 minutes. His petulance made him, if anything, more vulnerable on issues that he shouldn’t own by any stretch of the imagination. If it weren’t for the sad fact that Democrats – Obama included – needlessly give ground to the Republicans on many of the most important issues of our times, there might well have been a knock-out on Friday.
But again – this is bizarro land. How could Iraq possibly be a positive issue for McCain? Even if he insists on taking credit for reducing violence in Iraq through his support of the “surge” (a crock of shit, but more on that later), he’s dodging the judgment issue on the much larger question of invading Iraq in the first place. That – not the surge –
was the most important foreign policy question of the last 8 years, and he was dead wrong. McCain pushed for it, voted for it, supported it to the hilt, and the result is more than 4,000 dead Americans, hundreds of thousands of dead Iraqis, millions of refugees, a wrecked country, and a new ally for McCain’s despised Iranian regime. If that’s what victory looks like to you, vote McCain/Palin. Trust me, he and his Alaskan sidecar would get us into new and even more exciting military adventures, I’m sure. (She certainly appears to think war with Russia is a real option. Perhaps it’s her rapture-obsessed extremist Christianity at work, hoping to bring about blessed Armageddon.)
Foreign policy is supposed to be McCain’s “wheelhouse.” All I can say is, if this guy ends up president, they’d better give him the kind of wheelhouse Captain Wrongway Peachfuzz had in Rocky and Bullwinkle – one in which none of the controls are connected to anything. That’s the only way we would be likely to get through his administration alive.
luv u,
jp

think so. How about anti-Lincoln? Drank it? What the hell… how thirsty is that guy, anyway?
tell you just what goes into releasing a new Big Green album. First, there’s that bit about making the music. I’ve talked about this before. Oh, it’s a painstaking process of cultivation and assembly. You start with good topsoil – rich Mississippi delta loam is the best. Turn it over a few times to get some air in there, then start planting random musical notes. If the weather is with you and you have a reliable robot (or root vegetable) to do the tilling and the watering, you will yield probably twice as much raw music as you plant. Then you start picking and sorting, then assembling them into DNA-like strings… and eventually whole songs.
boil. We cook the songs down to a thick paste-like consistency (takes about five hours). Marvin and the man-sized tuber then apply the paste to the bottom of each disc with a wooden spatula, like frosting Christmas cookies. The coated discs are then placed face down on an anvil made of pure anti-proton material (absolutely pure!), and Big Zamboola sits on them one at a time, fusing the music right into the disc. Works like glass mastering, only cheaper. (We just have to keep feeding them pizzas. They’re like interns, you know.) The album art is then handpainted on by anti-Lincoln. (He’s better at it than his posi-doppelganger.)
casino we call Wall Street, are now no more. This is a meltdown of epic proportions – something on the scale of what had been predicted in “activist” literature over the past few years. Such a large portion of the world economy rests on a foundation of speculative investment, much of which is driven by impossibly complex financial instruments that effectively obscure the very concept of ownership and liability. The problem was a long time in the making, but it gained considerable steam after Congress voted in 2000 to gut the Glass Steagall act, eliminating the fire wall that existed between commercial and investment banking and essentially deregulating large swaths of the financial services industry. This action made possible the vast market growth of mortgage-backed securities and abstruse devices like credit default swaps that proliferated in the free-for-all atmosphere legislated by the likes of Phil Gramm, former Texas Senator, now a senior economics adviser to the McCain Campaign and quite possibly the next Treasury Secretary.
This couldn’t have worked out better if they’d planned it. The entire mission of the Bush Administration appears to have been one of crashing the U.S. government and making severe cutbacks on social programs inevitable. Because programs like Social Security and Medicare are popular, there’s no other politically feasible way to derail them than to empty the treasury of funds, then shrug and turn your pockets inside-out. Fortunately, Bush’s friends in the high-rolling investment community (fellow MBAs, many of them) have seen to it quite nicely. Now we will all underwrite their bad investment decisions, secure their bad loans, and take the hit on the defaults. And if profit is to be made in any of these enterprises, you can be sure that it will not accrue to the benefit of ordinary citizens. This is something like what used to be called “lemon socialism” – essentially privatize the profits and socialize the losses. And you can be sure Bush will be serving it up like lemonade.