To the bitter end of the spring equinox

To those who have failed to take notice, the economy is threatening suicide. The method will likely be high-volume ingestion of mediocre grade poison or heavy blood letting. In grand American fashion, we've began to say, "who gives a fuck, but give me some stimulus dollars." The government has caved, and many will receive checks of up to $600, just enough to pay off no more than 1/50th of your credit card debt. The spiraling debt of the lot of credit card users will be an endless pestilence turned upon us. Personally, I have over $400,000 on my credit line, and only had to prove that I had a car or a job to get it. I haven't made significant purchases yet, but I've arranged for the purchase of 23 pairs of pants, a helicopter ride, 100,00 sand bags, and an arsenal of defensive weaponry. I will win in the short term, and in the end, we all lose. Such is the way of our culturally pervasive economic philosophy. As they say, you're not truly rich until your wealth is no longer anybody else's debt.

In other news, my previous post, not yet created, will bring the reader great joy in knowing that I've gone to great extents to enjoy things. Read below.