Chicken And Egg Bailout Philosophy

Look, as I’ve said many times before, I’m no economist.  But, I’m not stupid, either.  According to reports, the new conventional financial wisdom is that Americans must support the bailout bull bill, or the credit crunch will get so bad that we won’t be able to get mortgages, car and student loans, etc.  Obama, from AP:

“This is not a plan to just hand over $700 billion of your money to a few banks on Wall Street,” the Illinois senator said.

Without a rescue for the financial sector, ordinary people will soon begin to suffer, Obama said.

“If we do not act, it will be harder for you to get a mortgage for your home or the loans you need to go to college or a loan you need to buy a car to get to work,” Obama said.

Who can afford those things now?  Isn’t Detroit trying to get 25 billion or so from the government for it’s own auto industry bailout?  Per Newsweek:

With just two weeks in the current session of Congress left to land potentially life-saving federal loans, Detroit’s car companies and Michigan’s congressional delegation were in a state of chaos. Michigan lawmakers trying to sell the deal to a skeptical Congress were frustrated by what they saw as a lack of effort from the automakers, several congressional sources tell NEWSWEEK. Auto execs were annoyed that they were being lumped with the Wall Street bailout crowd, which didn’t help Detroit’s plea for $25 billion in low-cost federal loans to see it through its cash crisis. The acrimony came to a head in a tense conference call Sept. 11 involving 25 power brokers in Washington, D.C., and Detroit, including some of the Big Three CEOs, according to Congressional sources. As congressmen and their staffers debated the minutia of how to craft the legislation for the loans, the CEOs on the other end of the line kept asking everyone to speak up. “We were very much in the weeds, which is not a good idea with a conference call of 25 people,” says Rep. Dave Camp, a Republican from Midland, Mich. “It’s been difficult to get consensus [with the carmakers]. It’s been very frustrating.”

Frustrating?  Tell me about it.  Time has an interesting, myth-busting piece that’s worth a look here.  Seems to me, though, the fact that nobody can afford houses, cars and credit is what lead to people defaulting on existing loans in the first place, so it’s hard to see how opening up the lines of credit is going to change things for the better.  But, like I said, I’m no economist.

And I’m not getting any of the 700 billion, either.

*UPDATE: I missed this earlier.  Breitbart says Detroit got it’s money in the Pentagon package.

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Creepy Obama Kids Stuff

This is for adults, but it’s still creepy:

And, for more, there’s always the Kids For Obama webpage, with videos you can’t capture, for some reason.

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If I Hear One More Obama Ad…

…I swear, I’m going to run naked into the streets, sobbing uncontrollably, screaming incoherently at the top of my lungs, while yanking large clumps of hair from my head one handful at a time, stopping only long enough to frighten any small children and animals I might come across, as I try to explain to them the approaching danger of an Obama presidency, knowing only the innocent offer any hope of salvation and redemption at this point.

I’m not kidding.

I can’t take it any more.

The man’s voice grates on my nerves like fingernails on a chalkboard.  Or Styrofoam packing popcorn in the hands of an obnoxiously mischievous child.  Or that “here comes the guy with the axe” music in horror movies.  I’m serious, I think he’s giving me a rash.  Or maybe those huge, festering welts appearing all over my skin are a result of my compulsive flesh-rending whenever one of his pontificating ads come on, which is all the damned time!  It’s gotten so I can tell when they’re coming before they even start, just by the spooky change in the atmosphere surrounding the television set.

It’s bad enough I had to watch this…guy thug his way through the primaries and caucuses, cheating his way to the nomination with the help of Dr. Deanenstein and his demon bride, Nasty Pelosi, along with their Our Gang spawn, Harry, Donna, Larry, Moe, Curly, Manny and Jack and all the other AWOL-from-hell minions working with them to defeat the far more qualified Hillary Clinton.  And before the Obamaniacs start up with the whiny, “He’s just as qualified as Lincoln (Kennedy, Clinton…pick one, they do)” happy crappy; shut the hell up.  I don’t care if he graduated from the Universal Space Academy on Mars with a Phi Beta Yabba Dabba Doo, he’s not as qualified as Hillary Clinton for the simple reason that she’s a gazillion times more talented.  She can form complete sentences without a TelePrompTer or having Axelrod’s hand up her butt.  I swear, sometimes when I hear him say the say exact thing, the same exact way, with the same exact mannerisms and expressions, over, and over, and over again, I’m sure he must be lip-syncing to track.  Either that, or he’s a hologram from Lucas Arts or Disney since Warner Brothers doesn’t make Looney Tunes any more.

I know I’m losing it, but it’s been almost 2 years of the Chinese water torture of this guy being crammed further, and further, and further down my throat, little by little, inch by inch…slowly, I turned, step by…wait a minute!

(Shaking head, breathing deep, counting to…infinity – and beyond!)

I’m okay, now.

Really.

Even though it would probably take counting to infinity to really get my blood pressure down.  Either that, or just make him go away.  Send him back to the Senate, make them listen to him stutter and stammer as he drones on and on about everything and nothing.  Better yet, send him back to the classroom, let the students sleep through his lectures on their parent’s dime.  They like him, and pretty much the only difference between that scenario and what’s happening now is…now they’re sleepwalking and don’t even know it.  And there are a lot of them.  But, they’re young, they just like being together outside.

Help me.

I really am not looking forward to all the screaming and running I see in my future.  Sure, I could use the exercise, but at my age, I just don’t look that good naked anymore.  And unlike a certain someone who shall not be named, I know my limitations.

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