Monday, September 22, 2008

Seven-Hundred-Billion-and-One Reasons Why I Am Going Crazy

A woman driving an old Jeep Cherokee flagged me down as I drove into the grocery store parking lot.

"Excuse me, but could you help us?" she asked and I already knew. She must have been the grandmother. There were three school-age girls in the car with her and a woman who was likely the mother of the young ones.

"We've been living in our car," said the grandmother, "And we need help getting someting to eat."

I gave what I could. I had less than thirty dollars in cash on me. It's almost all on the debit card these days. They were very thankful. The girls smiled and waved good-bye.

Then there's this:

Sec. 8. Review.

Decisions by the Secretary pursuant to the authority of this Act are non-reviewable and committed to agency discretion, and may not be reviewed by any court of law or any administrative agency.

Guillotines are actually very efficient. Did you know that they only have one moving part?


dbackdad said...

Yep, quite the democracy we have, isn't it? I'm always kinda afraid when the word "discretion" is used and only one person is really responsible for that discretion.

Eli Blake said...

I believe that if we are going to bail out these tycoons-- make that typhoons of greed, we (meaning the treasury department) should retain a stake in the company (I proposed 20% for at least 20 years, the other day.)

Yeah, it's socialism. But we can see where capitalism has gotten us.

Oh, yeah. And make those CEO's shovel manure in the hot sun for minimum wage at least one day a week.