Tuesday, September 30, 2008
We Dodged a Smoking Gun
We, my fellow taxpayers, dodged a bullet yesterday. You could have blown me over with a feather when I heard that the proposed Wall Street bailout had been defeated in the House because I really thought it was a done deal. This is not to say that some other, perhaps more odious proposition won't be broached next, but I think it's great that we escaped this particular heavy yoke.
I feel sorry for Wall Street. I do. Their woes, however, are not the fault of John Q. Public. Corporate greed did them in. Let them stand in the shoes of an average citizen for a while. Let them figure out the mechanics of having to decide whether to pay the rent or the doctor bill, the health insurance premium or groceries, car repairs or the electric bill. They may tear up a little when having to downgrade the Bentley to a Toyota, or experience a teensy canniption fit when forced to eat at home two or three nights a week and clean up their own mess. They should be forced to clean up their own mess that they made in the financial arena. You and I didn't make it. Why on earth should we have to clean it up?
I'm sorry for them that stocks plummeted yesterday but, geez, my paycheck didn't go up, either, and I got over it. You didn't notice me standing with my hat in my hand after work yesterday begging the government to step in and bail me out of my penny-ante little debt. Most of the time, the government just ignores us, anyway, when we do ask for help. On what I make, and you make, and every other working American makes, it's ridiculous to expect us to make up Wall Street's deficits and clean up after them. We have a hard enough time maintaining our own standard of living and keeping our own families' heads above water. Asking us to chip in to support a bunch of rich people who didn't know how to manage their money is insulting. Thank God we weren't ordered to do so. This time.
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