Winter First Moon of the New Year
Costa Concordia. A sinking, listing cruise ship sends shivers down the spine of any cruise passenger. Those lifeboat drills, the one you grumbled about when you walked to your lifeboat station? Turns out they’re important. Standing on the promenade deck with others, looking around wondering how foolish you look wreathed in your bright orange life vest, seems a lot less foolish now.
Romney pays 15% tax rate? What’s wrong with him? Can we afford a president who isn’t clever enough to avoid taxes altogether? Inquiring minds.
Obama ineffective? Doubtful. Health care reform. Out of Iran. Got Osama. Finished bailing out the economy. I may not like the bail out, giving money to oligarchs who fail so they can turn around and oligarch again seems backwards when thousands of people have lost their homes and unemployment remains stubbornly high.
Yet. A deep depression, pulling down the rest of the world’s economies, is in no one’s self-interest. The targets, not the fact or size of the bailout, is what bothers me.
