Somewhere in the sky the plutocrats are jacking off in the plush cabins of their sub-orbital ornithoptors. "Ha, ha, ha! No, you don't understand, we're going to take it all!" Meanwhile, terrestrially, George Bush, the anti-christ, flourishes his own fat pen as he prepares to dot the last t's and cross the last i's of his terrible two terms.
Sure, I'm just whining, I've still got a little sugar in my liver, but the whiplash of the economy is why 2/3 of the people in my fine company were summarily fired last Friday. More work and harder work for everyone, a chance for the tough to get going, we've been through it before--but have we? This one really feels like disaster capitalism.
I'm a little down...
Is it me, or is it my vision?
- skaar
- My first memory is of losing my glasses. Had they not been found, folded carefully on the top edge of the sea wall, where would we be today?
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great imagery about these terrible times. I'm so sorry about your company, Steve.
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