Everybody Loves To Play The Blame Game

You might have vaguely heard something about the economy in the past couple of weeks. Like the whole thing is in the shitter, basically. At least, that's what you might think after watching the news and seeing images of these guys all the time. On the one hand, banks are still up and running, on the other your retirement fund might have the same value as wampum. We haven't begun cracking open each others' skulls and feasting on the goo inside, but we might be three days away from doing exactly that.



So we of course have to figure out who exactly got us into this mess. And if you're a Republican, the targets might not be so appealing. I mean, it only happened on your watch, when you were controlling the three branches of government for 6 of the past 8 years, so chances are you're going to have metaphorically plead the 5th on this. Unless of course you can go to your old standby and live up to every single awful stereotype of the Right and blame the current economic crisis, on that's right, poor people and minorities.

It's fucking genius I tell you--I mean, let's find a thirty year old piece of
legislation that apparently only became effective two years ago, and pin the blame on that. Let's not look at the fact that no one was compelling the banks to offer ridiculous "no income/no job" loans, or that somebody thought it was a great idea to roll all of these bad mortgages into securities commit fraud in rating them as safe investments. I mean, that's not at all EXACTLY what happened. I mean, logic would dictate if it was just an issue of poor people and minorities being the nogoodniks that they inherently are, then this crisis would have ended up just affecting the housing market. That sounds like what happened.

But we here at WDR are willing to recognize the heroes that walk among us. These heroes are the people that cut through the malarkey and go straight to the source of the problem and attempt a market correction of their own. Like this guy, who punched the CEO of Lehman Bros. in the face. Sir, we do not know your name, but the whole crew would like to buy you a beverage made of barley and hops if we ever meet you.