Jen Laird White

Okay, goddamnit.  I am pissed off.  I’m so pissed off because I can’t be funny.  I’m just too pissed off. I’m pissed off at Bernie Madoff’s droopy face on the cover of every US paper. Oh, Bernie’s sad.  Poor Bernie.    Bernie doesn’t look good.  Bummer about the one room cell with no windows, Bernie.

It must be shocking after all those years in your 7 million dollar Manhattan pad with vacations in Southern Italy on 5,000 peoples hard earned cash and a wife who has the look of hundreds of thousands of dollars of clients money pampering.  It’s weird how the rich don’t really age they just get older.  Certainly not better.  Big bummer, Bernie.  Sorry for your pain.  And the downgrade in accommodations.

Oh, and, by the way,  I’m sick to death of seeing the Republicans and the Democrats going at it over who’s going to get it right and how one plan might work and one might not and how their plan is the best.  C’mon.  There’s not one in the bunch of blowhards who knows what they’re talking about.  Would we be here if they actually knew what they were doing?  They just feed off each other like piranhas at a fishing tournament and mess with the other side for sport. Sport that often involves piranha like eating of all flesh below the knee which is productive only from a nutrition standpoint.  And only for piranhas.

Let me tell you something, people,  now is not the time for political jousting.  These guys, these elected officials, she sneers with contempt,  shouldn’t be sleeping, or eating and certainly not going on any junkets or vacations or raising campaign funds.  They should have little hard cots jammed in the aisles of Congress where they eat their bread and milk and work until they can’t see straight while they solve this damn problem.  I don’t believe I’ve heard anyone recommend this option, nor has anyone mentioned Congressional pay cuts or eliminating their health insurance or Congressman cars?  And all these CEO’s of failed and embarrassed companies ripe with bonuses should be sitting next to them in the sleepless, cot filled, milk and bread smelling halls of Congress.  Edward Liddy , the most recent court jester in this parade of idiots.  He, of AIG who fears for his greedy employees safety.  John Thain.  Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, the Idiot Car Manufacturers who continue to produce those outrageous gas guzzling monoliths that only mobsters want to buy despite dire warnings about our considerably warmer  future, Rush Limbaugh, a man who is actually willing the government to fail. Willing it.  Hoping for it.   On the radio.  Is that unbelievable?  I could scream.  Willing it, with a huge audience feeding his enormous girth.

What are we, BOZO’s, listening to this moron?  Everyone in this nation should drive that screamer off the radio, turn him off because big ole rich Rush is not feeling YOUR pain and yet he wants you to have more of it?  Idiots. The lot of em.  Take every damned money mind, deserving of enormous bonus and make them work their asses off to fix this country.  If those AIG hookers and the rest of the bonus prostitutes who earned their cash by screwing the nation won’t give back the money, draft them.  We can take poor American youth and send them to fight and die in wars, over and over,and call it a “stop loss”?   Well get these idiots and figure out a way to draft them into solving this problem. That’s what I call a “STOP LOSS”.  I love the argument that these high ranking corporate employees, the creme de la creme,  had to get these enormous bonuses so that they wouldn’t go work elsewhere.  Where the hell are they going to work?  Is anyone paying ANY attention.  There aren’t any jobs anywhere.  There aren’t even jobs at Burger King.  Big corporations are laying off thousands at a time, including those creamy top folks, and yet CEO’s living in their towers full of fine art and private chefs and big bonuses don’t seem to have noticed.  The air must be thinner up there.  It has got to be oxygen deprivation.  But, then again, my sense is that these guys may have to sell their weekend house in Palm Beach, the may even have to downsize from the $10 million dollar mansion in Greenwich and give up private school and acupuncture once a week.  But are they going to move into their car?  Are they shutting off the heat to save thirty bucks a day and making the kids wear extra clothes to bed.  Are they eating pasta five nights a week and wondering if they need to turn the family pet over to a shelter and hope it survives.  I think not.  The only thing they feel is what it’s like to be us.  The old us. The us before they took our country and ruined it.  Ran it into the ground for what feels like sport.    Make them go to war.  This war.  The war for our country.  Cause while all of the rest of us were out there working hard, paying bills and taxes and trying to raise good kids, they were busy playing with our lives.  And now all they do is whine and apologize.  So sorry.  We didn’t know.  Poor poor Bernie.  A one room cell.  No windows and only an hour a day out in the world.  Poor Edward Liddy. And his endangered employees.  Poor Fannie Mae.  Poor GM.  No, poor us.  Cause we’re poor and there’s no end in sight.  Tomorrow I’ll try to talk about how to stay young.  If I can stop being so mad.