Put The Crazy On The Paper

Just when I'm at the end of my economic rope, a migraine whips me into submission, beating and pounding ferociously at my head, kicking me while I'm down, and laying waste, much like the Bush administration did to the United States during its tenure.  As a proud Native American half-breed, I've always been afraid to truly speak my mind, you know, what with the torture, killing, forced removal and all.  My dad called it bad feelings.  I was born in Ohio, the Indian killing state, so I very well know that look . . . the one that says - yup, we shoulda killed all you bastards when we had a chance.  Well, right back at you, honey! 

On the day that Barak Obama was elected president of the United States, I was so proud, so happy, because I had come to believe that I wouldn't live long enough to see anything like that, not in my wildest dreams.  In my heart I know that Obama was only elected because the country has been so thoroughly trashed and mismanaged that there is nothing left for anyone to make a quick buck over; oh right, there are probably some fat retirement bundles around to be squeezed and swindled.  But still, it's not easy pickings like it once was, when huge accounting scandals like Enron and pyramid schemes like Madoff are exposed, it tends to encourage people to ask more questions and hopefully, every little scandal will unravel another.

For whatever reason the United States has decided to become civilized, whether forced or not, we need a new system, one that actually works, that doesn't idolize the biggest thieves our culture produces or run on some insane fake credit foundation.  I'd like to see the government go into the alternative energy business, the private sector has done nothing but screw that up.  Solar panels have been around for what, thirty years, so they should be cheaply mass-produced by now.  Special interest groups like the oil lobby have to quit running the country.