"I'm shocked! Shocked to find that gambling is going on here!" So said Captain Louis Renault in Casablanca, as he pocketed his winnings from the illegal gambling going on in the back room at Rick's Cafe Americain. Sorry, wrong movie.
I listened to several talking heads on news programs beginning Friday night after the latest jobless numbers were released. Until I became thoroughly bored with everyone saying the same thing, I couldn't help but laugh at the protestations of shock and awe from the politicos in Washington. OMG, the sky is falling. Jobless numbers went up. Only 18,000 jobs created. OMG, no one saw this coming.
Ah, come on. Cut me some slack. Everyone should have seen this coming, that the June numbers would be bad. July is going to be worse. Why? Because many states balanced their budgets on the backs of layoffs. They had to cut services. They had to cut education. And those cuts had to come from somewhere. They came through layoffs and attrition.
Anyone who professed shock that the numbers were bad were smokin' something funny. Anyone who even tangentially follows the news should have seen this coming. There will be more layoffs when the full impact of state budgets is felt.
Wanna bet we have another round of shock and awe when that happens???
And whose fault will it be? Why, Washington's, of course. Yeah, right.
3 comments:
I'm with you on this one Betsy. It feels like people obviously are not listening and seeing what's going on. Are people living in a bubble? Or do they make the comments they do because it's in the script?
Hellooooo. Wake up America. There's a scary agenda being carried out here.
Brenda, I'm so tired of everyone posturing for the cameras. Everyone points fingers. Doesn't do any of us any good. Heck, if we'd behaved in school like our representatives behave in Washington, we'd have been suspended, at the very least.
Betsy, I enjoyed each of your posts and plan to get aboard for the rest. Uh, how do I do that?
Your blog is exactly what I read columnists in the New Yorker, Readers Digest, and my pretty good local paper to get....perspectives on life on this planet as of right now. The rules, the inconveniences, the disappointments.
I dropped my best friend and once college roomate about a year ago. My life is easier because of it, and I no longer suffer from my pent up anger at his actions, inactions....his changes. But for decades we did a lot together, in close physical and mental contact. We hunted, fished, smoked pot, drank, one could even say whored, and slept in the same bed, or tent, or motel room a lot, a real lot, and that closeness is unshared now with anyone, and I miss it.
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