The Mess On Wall Street: Four Trillion Dollars Down The Drain
Simply staggering.
And the real reason for our bleak outlook?
HOW PROJECTED SURPLUSES BECAME DEFICITS:
Main Causes Were Tax Cuts and Higher Security Spending
I hope something happens soon, because right now the only thing keeping us out of another great depression is the fact that the rest of the world is slowly heading into recession along with us; if they stabilize before we do, we’re goners.
So I have itunes on random, and I ran across a hidden gem of a song from the soundtrack to “JUNO”
Loose Lips by Kimya Dawson
Loose lips might sink ships but loose gooses take trips
To San Francisco, double Dutch disco,
Tech TV hottie, do it for scotty
Do it for the living and do it for the dead
Do it for the monsters under your bed
Do it for the teenagers and do it for your mom
Broken hearts hurt but they make us strong andWe won’t stop until somebody calls the cops
And even then we’ll start again and just pretend that
Nothing ever happened
We won’t stop until somebody calls the cops
And even then we’ll start again and just pretend that
Nothing ever happenedWe’re just dancing, we’re just hugging,
Singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
On the sleeve of how it used to be
How’s it gonna be?
I’ll drop kick Russell Stover, move into the starting over house
And know Matt Rouse and Jest are watching me achieve my dreamsAnd we’ll pray, all damn day, every day,
That all this shit our President has got us in will go away
While we strive to figure out a way we can survive
These trying times without losing our mindsSo if you wanna burn yourself
Remember that I love you
And if you wanna cut yourself
Remember that I love you
And if you wanna kill yourself
Remember that I love you
Call me up before your dead, we can make some plans instead
Send me an IM, i’ll be your friendShysters live from scheme to scheme and my 4th quarter pipe dreams
Are seeming more and more worth fighting for
So I’ll curate some situations, make my job a big vacation
And I’ll say fuck Bush and fuck this war
My war paint is sharpie ink and I’ll show you how much my shit stinks
And ask you what you think because your thoughts and words are powerful
They think we’re disposable, well both my thumbs opposable
Are spelled out on a double word and triple letter scoreWe won’t stop until somebody calls the cops
And even then we’ll start again and just pretend that
Nothing ever happened
We won’t stop until somebody calls the cops
And even then we’ll start again and just pretend that
Nothing ever happenedWe’re just dancing, we’re just hugging,
Singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
On the sleeve of how it used to be
Op-Ed Columnist - A Biblical Seven Years - Op-Ed - NYTimes.com
He cannot let Republicans make this election about who is tough enough to stand up to Russia or bin Laden. It has to be about who is strong enough, focused enough, creative enough and unifying enough to get Americans to rebuild America. The next president can have all the foreign affairs experience in the world, but it will be useless, utterly useless, if we, as a country, are weak.
An extremely well written article from a journalist I don’t usually agree with.
So I saw this on Digg, and liked it enough that I figured I’ll embed it here. Note, I did not make the video, just liked the message, cheers.
