Bad Guesses
Published: September 27, 2009
Do you love gambling? Even better— do you like gambling to lose? Wall Street sure as hell does! Obviously we all know this, because the system, as it is set up, is doomed to fail. This is old news, even to the laymen. Everybody, whether on the right or left, ran around all over the place holding signs high in the air and screaming loudly for no reason at all. At least we thought we had a reason though, as that is all that matters to our generally dim-witted way of life. No matter what we all believed to be true, the system didn’t change— and it deserves a little overview. Let’s explore, one and all! Make sure you break out the bourbon. This is a depressing picture.
Congratulations America! It seems our budget deficit officially passed the $1 trillion mark this past June, blowing away the previous deficit record of a fiscal year of $454.8 billion (2008). Wow, am I proud! Seriously, in the words of Ron Burgundy, “How’d you do that? Heck, I’m not even mad, that’s amazing.” I know I should probably be a little discouraged, but I figure, seeing as this recession has already made us all sad and jaded and even poor, we could make some lemonade from these 1 trillion lemons, spike it with some vodka (unless the recession has turned you into an alcoholic, which then I would suggest AA and maybe a sponsor) and woohoo PaRtY like it’s 1998!
And not one of them is Dick Cheney’s man-sized safe! Hello! As a Scottish person, I grew up in the knowledge that America was full of guns and sunshine and big hats and huge fucking cars that couldn’t hold the road well going around corners so they screeched and bounced like a helium-filled rhinoceros with relationship issues – and that was just the “Rockford Files”.
I’m shocked. Shocked!
Personally, I’m selling every electronic media player I’ve bought over the past ten years and trying to work a pencil into a Micro SD card so I can dump the contents onto a succession of C90 tapes that will run at a variable speed through the “tape deck” I’m hooking up to my listening horn amplified and powered by the alternating current of terror and all-pervading sense of doom.



