Listened to Nice Polite Republicans most of the day, and all I heard was scare talk. We’re going to lose our savings, our 401Ks, our IRAs. Putting the money in the mattress won’t work because that’ll cause hyperinflation and a cup of Starbucks’ll cost 6.5 million. Unless we do something quick. Unless we give this administration . . . the one that’s fucked up every single thing it’s done so far . . . 700 billion dollars (and very likely two to four times that much but they’re trying to keep that quiet for now) right this second!
The media propaganda puppets haven’t said Medicare and Social Security will go away too, but they’re probably planning to ratchet up the level of fear tomorrow. God knows what they’ll be threatening us with by Friday.
You should ask yourself when was the last time anyone tried to pressure you this hard? When was the last time anyone tried to scare you this bad?
Well, in my life . . . and I’m 61 . . . I remember only one instance. It was a mechanic at a desert gas station who told me my front wheels would fall off before I got to the next exit and my young wife and me and our precious baby would die in a horrible crash unless I paid him to replace the bushings, then stood in front of the car when I tried to leave, stepping aside only when I locked the doors, laid on the horn, and popped the clutch.
Oh, wait, I just remembered two other instances. One, when this administration rammed the Patriot Act down our throats in the days following 9/11, and two, when this administration told us there’d be a mushroom cloud over the USA if we didn’t invade Iraq.
So. All three times, it was a scam. This sudden financial crisis and proposed bailout feels like another one.
Something doesn’t pass the smell test here, folks. It’s congressman-writin’ time!