I genuinely feel for Mr. DeSantis, but I also have to wonder from what solar system he originally hails that he has come to this moment in history so deaf to the tone and tenor of our country and our times.
Or was he perhaps raised in captivity in the Context-Oblivious wing of some life-sized Habitrail cultural petting zoo, shielded from the unhappy knowledge that millions of people in this country are worked like rented mules by carnivorous employers every day for wages that wouldn't cover the interest on his bonus. Unaware that year in and year out, boom or bust, in every season since forever and through no fault of their own, tens of thousands of the working poor -- who toil at incredibly hard jobs for shitty pay -- are summarily kicked to the curb without a second thought because their employers made bad decisions, or got unlucky, or could get someone cheaper, or wanted someone prettier or younger or more sexually compliant, or just didn't like the way they parted their hair that day.
Joe Donnelly asked Tim Geithner whether we ought to eliminate naked default swaps. Geithner said that it's too hard to distinguish hedges from gambling. Donnelly pointed out that we're taking money out of truck drivers' pockets and waitress' pockets to pay off Wall Street's gambling debts. Ultimately, though, Geithner said we don't need to--and that it would be very hard to--do that.I guess the truck drivers will still be asked to pay off rich men's gambling debts.
And mind you, when I received these threats, I wasn’t working in some high-security office building and living in a fancy gated community with no sidewalks where you need a passcode just to go to the golf course. Hardly. I was a schlub in a bathrobe living in a third-story Brooklyn walk-up. The only way I could’ve been a softer target would be if I was made out of Yoplait.And I wasn’t exactly getting paid millions of dollars for my troubles, either. I was temping part-time for $20/hour and GIVING ALL MY GODDAMN MONEY AWAY, because it was post-9/11 America and we were all supposed to pull together and chip in for the common good. Remember when?
My God, though — if I had been making that sweet AIG money, not only would I have happily endured a few more death threats, I WOULD HAVE ACTIVELY LET PEOPLE TRY TO KILL ME.
Pay me $700,000 a year, or however much the AIG guy whining in today’s New York Times made, and you can threaten me with death all goddamn day. Because do you have any idea how much money that is??? Hell, I’ll let you throw rocks at me. I’ll let you poison my soup. You can slash my tires and spray-paint my driveway. AND ONCE I GET ALL THAT MONEY, I’M TOTALLY PAYING OFF SOME STUDENT LOANS AND FIXING THE GARAGE ROOF AND BUYING SOME NEW PANTS. Because that’s an insane amount of money.
Like I said --- high class problem.