I Didn’t Forget About It

Despite all of the nonsense of this past week, I have been keeping my eye out on Washington. The cap and trade nightmare passed the House by 7 votes. Eight of the pro votes were from Republicans. Eight. I’m pretty angry over it.

These days, I don’t expect Republicans to be fiscal conservatives (that may have once been true, but it certainly isn’t today). I do expect Republicans not to fall for the hoopla and nonsense surrounding the climate change issue. I do expect Republicans to be slightly more circumspect when it comes to wrecking the economy. And I certainly do expect Republicans to at least put up some sort of resistance when met with crazy liberal economic plans. But those eight didn’t even put up a token show.

To be clear, I’m not blaming all Republicans. But I do think this is pretty  indicative of the state of the Republican party, in general.

PERSONALLY: My family is living spare. We gardened this year, not because we wanted to garden, but because we hoped it would offset grocery costs and make our rice and bean diet a little more palatable. We’ve been somewhat successful this year, having already pickled a dozen cans of cucumbers, we’re going to do probably 6 more this weekend. It’s been a blessing that we all love fried green tomatoes. And thank the Gods that I can cook from scratch; all of those “basic emergency storage” foods we stockpiled in 1999 have come in handy.

I haven’t bought clothes in 2 years. I’ve sold my expensive office wear, shoes, corsets, and coats on eBay. And now that times are tough even on eBay, I’m thinking of taking some of my household goods from my old home that are packed up in the garage and selling them at a trade day nearby. I don’t write this for sympathy. I write this because we’re on the raggedy edge like many Americans.

There isn’t a single sector of the economy that will not be affected by the cap and trade plan. And all of that will trickle down to the everyday consumer, to us. After all, companies don’t pay taxes; they just pass their tax costs on to the consumer.

Higher energy costs will force my family to make tough decisions. Almost certainly, we’ll lose the satellite, which is becoming less and less of a problem with all the junk that’s on it. I imagine that we’ll need to decide between natural gas and electricity this winter.

From reading other blogs, I know we’re not the only people in such circumstances. From talking to extended family, I know that there are many more than I first suspected. And this is the time Obama chose to push behemoth energy increases. Aren’t we struggling enough? What’s worse than the raggedy edge? A spiraling free-fall? A plummeting splat?

One would almost suspect that it is Obama’s intention to destroy the US economy.

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Dead Right

I’m not bitter about the November election. I don’t believe in being bitter. And I certainly don’t believe in regret. They’re useless.

But then I read something like this… I admit I feel a slight touch of melancholy for what might have been.

LATER: Romney was always the economic heavy of the GOP presidential contenders. I have to wonder what might have happened had news of the sagging economy hit the public before the Republican primary.

Spilt milk, and all that.

[Via Scott.]

OK. Panic.

The Hockey Schtick Graph, Revisited… Sorta

Well, when you put it that way… just damn.

Let’s see…

Inflation – check.

Trade restrictions – check (almost).

Devalued dollar – check.

Credit restriction – check.

Unemployment – check check.

Increased bankruptcies – check.

Bank failures – check.

National debt increase – check.

What’s the definition of an economic depression again? Shit.

Sheesh

These days, everyone wants a government handout. Ha.

Oh, and have I mentioned how tired I am of commercials that begin with “these days” or “in times like these” or something? Argh. We know that the economy is in the toilet. We don’t need to be reminded of it in every commercial break when some company wants to sell something “discounted” for the recession (or whatever we’re calling it now).

The Recovery Symbol

I’ve seen a number of revisions of Obama’s recover.gov symbol. I love Pam’s. I loved it so much, I was inspired to do my own version.

Oink!

Oink! We're screwed.

It’s not as stylized or as neat as Pam’s or Obama’s, but I think it gets the point across.

LATER: Before anyone gets on their high horse about the nooses, I am not talking about lynching anyone. I’m referring the high suicide rate in the Great Depression. Though, if anyone were to suggest tar with the judicious application of feathers, I’ll not say nay.

A LITTLE LATER: And yeah, I’m procrastinating. I should be working on the quilt.

Pointing the Finger

So no one really knows why or how we got into this mess. To be honest, at this point it’s fairly useless to blame anybody. We can do that later, when the next election rolls around.

Right now we need to fix it, whatever “it” is. I don’t think anyone knows. And blithely throwing money at it is no way to solve it. It’s like replacing the tires when your car breaks down. Sure, the tires are a little worn, but the car won’t start because of something under the hood.

And really, we don’t need the expensive gold plated spinner rims on the new tires.