"...the newly advanced PPIP... bottom line, Treasury's efforts today could be enough.... in the past six months, Treasury has spent $590 billion from TARP... the evidence of success or failure is mixed... It is possible that Treasury's approach fails to address the depths of the current crisis... alternate approaches... the worst financial crisis it has faced since the Great Depression..." Goodnight Treasury. Goodnight dollar. Goodnight capitalism. Goodnight America. Goodnight moon.
Sounds like Mister Rogers' Neighborhood.
I wish I had a cream pie to push in Ms. Warren's face.
I'm nauseous.
Not reassuring at all. I am reminded of someone in a shop trying on dresses - or some twisted version of 'blind man's bluff'. It's becoming more and more evident that Obama is winging it.
Yesterday, on one of the most popular shows on Asia Net, a song competition - patterned in some ways after 'American Idol' - a plain man, a rickshaw driver who had risen in the standings week after week, mostly on the strength of popular support in the form of thousands of e-mail messages, met up with his Waterloo on live television. He had done tolerably well in previous weeks in pop song and dance competitions, but now, faced with having to perform a traditional raga, displayed an utter dearth of understanding of Indian classical music. In the process, he embarrassed himself and showed utter lack of education, talent and discipline towards something most Indians are taught to revere from birth. The judges were at a loss to score his pathetic performance; the audience balked; the show was about to suffer a significant audience backlash from those whose sensibilities were clearly offended.
There are few things of substance in life that do not adhere to some kind of protocol. Should proper protocol be ignored for whatever reason, those in the know will consider it a deliberate act designed to insult. The only ones allowed leeway in such matters are children. Obama cannot be considered a child. When he goes oversees or receives foreign visitors at home and commits gaffe after gaffe, the world community becomes concerned. Either the man is a loose cannon and has his own (possibly radical and/or stealth) agenda, or he is an utter incompetent. Both are extremely dangerous.
At this point, I cannot tell which of these two categories is an appropriate fit for the Obama presidency. It might well be a combination of both. Either way, “good night (moon)” seems to be a proper sentiment for the times. But, as we follow along with bunny, singling out all the things in bunny’s room to say “good night” to (puzzling, perhaps, over the disappearance and re-appearance of books on bunny’s bookshelf while surrendering to sleep), we maintain the faith that we will wake in the morning finding that not all that much has changed.