We're boned!
-Bender, Futurama
Here's a Great Article from yesterday's NY TIMES;
In World's Eye's, Much Damage is Already Done
So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Well, this summer will go down as an ugly time of Congressional history. I think they will finally reach an agreement today so that they can all go on August vacation. Talk about priorities! Washington is a ghost town in August. Madrid too actually. That's a capital city for you.
I was a lonely teenage drunken schmuck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.
The future looks bleak from where i stand today. China would love to pick up the former USA mantle. However, the Yuan is AT LEAST 25 years away from becoming a global reserve currency. The Euro is strong, but Greece, Portugal, Ireland, Spain and Italy could tear the currency apart at the seams. And the USA? Well let's just say we're not helping to solidify our position.
And while Lennon read a book of Marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.
Good-bye American dream? What the hell are we doing when political parties rather damage the entire country than compromise on an issues. And i'll say it once more; who got us into Iraq? Afghanistan? Under whose watch did Wall Street drag the world economy into the swamps of Jersey? W. Bush. The Republicans. Obama and the American people had one choice - to hand over a bailout of $860 bn. Not doing so would have been even more disastrous.
So what's a boy to do? Well, I suppose if i was at home in Ansonia, Mum and i would get hopped up on a few Red Bulls, get in the Toyota and drive to the capital building in Hartford with about 5 dozens spoiled eggs.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the Prozac died.
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the Prozac died.
All quotes from Don McLean, tweaked by me
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