Our fake economy continues to circle the drain. Today’s news is not all that surprising even though the media is stirring up as much panic as possible about Freddie and Fannie being downgraded (if you think I’m talking about Freddie Mercury and Fannie Farmer chocolates, stop reading now, retreat to your warm cozy hole and watch more episodes of Dr. Phil – that’s all you need to know).
Freddie and Fannie were completely taken over by the government during the collapse of the greed-fest in 2008 so when the (highly suspect) ratings agencies downgrade the US economy, by default Freddie and Fannie have to follow suit.
But that’s not what I wanted to rant about…
Let’s talk about something a bit lighter. Massive unemployment. Let’s see what kind of belly-laughs I can generate talking about millions of out of work people, and more specifically, me. In a time when people are, literally, begging for a job in order to do mundane things like eat and pay rent, I want to walk away from the oligarch for which I contract. I know that come December they are kicking me out anyway (Merry Christmas) but I don’t know if I can last that long without causing serious injury to any one of countless morons employed here. Yes, I know…”Be thankful you have a job”. That guilt trip only stands up to subjugated fear…which I suppose many of the massive unemployed feel on a daily basis.
So, I’m trapped, apparently unable or unwilling to gracefully accept my situation and stop whining (it could be worse).
“So…go get another job!” Oh you best believe I’ve been looking, but so have millions of other people…people who have better skills and less tread-wear on their resumes.
Thus, I stagnate, with little drive to apply myself to anything, massive doses of B-12 (or the pharma equivalents) not withstanding.
I wish I was really good at……………………………………something.