Well I hope all of you people who were against what you call the
"Bailout" are happy. Based on data I obtained today, the government did
not spend 700 billion dollars and the American Tax payer lost over
nearly 2 trillion dollars conservatively in their 401k plans alone. This
does not count investments that were in other types of saving plans.
Add to this the fields that will not be planted because the farmers can
not obtain financing for his next years crops, inventories that can not
be purchased because of no financing, new plants that will not be built
because there is no money for the required mortgages; the list goes on
forever. Don't forget the loss in jobs that are in industries
dependent on construction and loans to finance their operations.

For years John McCain, President Bush and others warned congress
repeated, but the "Do Nothing" Congress saying there were no problems
with the bill clinton policies that created the sub-prime excesses that
led to the current crisis. Congress has still not admitted they were in
error with the off shore drilling ban, while they have quietly let the
ban expire.

Now the American people are paying through the nose. In essence,
congress has done what it has been doing for years; passing the problem
off to someone else to fix or to suffer. Now the American public is
paying heavily in their incompetence as losses in income, saving, and jobs.

I will bet you don't get your cars greased either because the $30 is to
much money to spend.

First, we're addicted to oil and use too much energy - that is so terrible
and bad. Then gas prices go up, people can't drive their SUVs, buy more
efficient cars and it's an even greater calamity.

Next, we're a nation addicted to credit. We borrow for everything and that's
what is wrong with us. Now, credit gets a little tighter and more realistic.
Oh the horror!

Yes, we're a nation of people that shun personal responsibility and that's
what's wrong with us. Now, the gross incompetence shown in the electorate in
chosing the elected has come back to bite us. How could such great
misfortune befall us!


AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.
We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of
Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in
Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would
cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."

On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."

Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards
withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will bum,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return.

Charles Momsen wrote:
First, we're addicted to oil and use too much energy - that is so terrible
and bad. Then gas prices go up, people can't drive their SUVs, buy more
efficient cars and it's an even greater calamity.

Next, we're a nation addicted to credit. We borrow for everything and that's
what is wrong with us. Now, credit gets a little tighter and more realistic.
Oh the horror!

Yes, we're a nation of people that shun personal responsibility and that's
what's wrong with us. Now, the gross incompetence shown in the electorate in
chosing the elected has come back to bite us. How could such great
misfortune befall us!


AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.
We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of
Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in
Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would
cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."

On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."

Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards
withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will bum,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return.


May GOD look kindly on you, and help you if things go the way you see them.