The Bottom of the Second Pint (Not the Official Blog-Launch)

Anatomy of a conundrum: Fat-cat bastards destroy the economy, wrecking one’s ability to earn a living; no work means defaulting on a virtual Kilimanjaro of toxic debt; default means flushing one’s “credit worthiness” straight down the crapper; the only remedy is a job, but prospective employers won’t touch you with a ten-foot cattle prod if you have bad credit . . . which doesn’t really matter, as there are no jobs to be had anyway. Meanwhile, over-priced crackers from alleged places like “Alabama” and “North Carolina,” playing an absurd children’s game for a team located in San Francisco, California, are on the verge of winning something called the “World Series.”

There’s an election of some sort tomorrow, isn’t there? I thought so.