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I can’t wait until the passage of two months – things are too dire.
I really don’t want to give the new president an “F” – you know, a failing grade – because I like him. It’s really great and refreshing to have a president who can speak English and who intends to convey ideas with his words.*
But the President is failing. He’s busy designing and implementing the rehabilitative care, and the ongoing healthy lifestyle, of a patient that is laying on an Emergency Room gurney bleeding to death, with multiple wounds.
I’m sure he and his staff have noticed the multiple attacks, from both sides of the aisle [nay; from all sides], on his failure to move or act at all on the paralyzed financial system, and his failure to fully fund [ah, alliteration . . . .] a stimulus, while overfunding long-term goals.
Okay, there remains a healthy debate about the level of funding for long-term goals. A systemic change, as it were. But as I said, that’s like arguing whether to emphasize whole grains, meats, beans, or legumes in the diet of
a comatose patient, in shock, with it’s jaws wired shut, and the wires a’rustin’ . . . .
The stimulus was woefully, woefully small. Inadequate. Paltry.
And the uncertainty from inaction on financial systems has roiled not just “the market,” but the world.
As we always said about George III, “ Jesus Fucking Christ!”
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