By lex, on July 4th, 2010
Dashed out of the crushing burden of debt early this morning, for to whack the wee white ba’ into submission, like. Only for the terroristic tendencies that are in it. Found myself partnered with Hans, a gentleman of a certain age 28 years a citizen of this country come hither from Switzerland. The Churman part. Him being a community banker, and your humble being hisself, we found ourselves commiserating not merely upon the sly ocean break on the greens of the Torrey Pines Golf Course, but also the general state of the union and so on. No one being able to get small business loans on account of the inability of the market to evaluate risk, and the evident propensity of our political class to ignore it altogether.
So in my head I was forming a pessimistic and – dare I say it? – ironical celebratory note on this our 234th birthday. Because of the 9.5%, and the trillion dollar deficits, and the ongoing ecological disaster in the Gulf of Florida, and the offshoring of jobs, and the (temporary) inshoring of hard science and engineering PHD candidates on F1 student visas, and the “we’re not quite done yet” disastrous do-gooderism of the Obama-Reid-Pelosi Axis of Feeble.
But then I thought:
Happy Birthday, America.