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“If Congress steers through the Great Recession without responding to the thousand points of pain among average Americans, people will see them for what they are in bottom-line terms: an insulated club. Proof, just recently, came from a Center for Responsive Politics report that 237 members of Congress — 44 percent — are millionaires, compared to just 1 percent for the country as whole.
In theory, there’s nothing wrong with a Congress stuffed with people who don’t have to buy health care on the open market, or worry about meeting a mortgage payment. But in practice, it’s a prescription for misrepresentation. And though Congress is now trying to curb Wall Street excess, the reform effort seems headed for K Street strangulation.”
From Egan of NYtimes. I doubt 44% of Wall Street are millionaires.
(psssst, ok everyone, let’s all turn out the lights and leave and then Snappy will come back and wonder where we all went. When she turns the lights back on, we yell “SURPRISE”, she gets scared out of her wits, drops the chips and runs back out. And we keep and eat the chips, obvi)
“If Congress steers through the Great Recession without responding to the thousand points of pain among average Americans, people will see them for what they are in bottom-line terms: an insulated club. Proof, just recently, came from a Center for Responsive Politics report that 237 members of Congress — 44 percent — are millionaires, compared to just 1 percent for the country as whole.
In theory, there’s nothing wrong with a Congress stuffed with people who don’t have to buy health care on the open market, or worry about meeting a mortgage payment. But in practice, it’s a prescription for misrepresentation. And though Congress is now trying to curb Wall Street excess, the reform effort seems headed for K Street strangulation.”
From Egan of NYtimes. I doubt 44% of Wall Street are millionaires.
“That little filthy M*&^!@#&^ Fu@(#*&E(*@#& can sit on the f’in stoop until they come and get him next time.”
Yeah, that would have been my reaction, pretty much.
(psssst, ok everyone, let’s all turn out the lights and leave and then Snappy will come back and wonder where we all went. When she turns the lights back on, we yell “SURPRISE”, she gets scared out of her wits, drops the chips and runs back out. And we keep and eat the chips, obvi)
Benson is a fine specimen of a Republican man, and I’d be honoured to have him join me on my book tour. Please wear the borsalino. Yowza!
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“But it’s raining and my hair will get effed up! grumble grumble.”
Won’t Pia let you back in the house if your hair gets messed up?
That’s nothing, Snappy. A flea-ridden dog ran into my office and stole my taco chips. Now what am I to do with my guacamole?
ROFL, Biff, at your 12:11 and 12:12, and your 10:03 (“Cheap Veal”). Sorry, still catching up.
“Absolutely not. It’s literally physically impossible.”
I was afraid that was the answer. Sigh. But it’s raining and my hair will get effed up! grumble grumble. Ok…dashing out for chips….
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Your mama has an afro with a chin strap.
It’s a bad week for chips, Biffy. Chip juju is bad.