Spending Like Drunken Sailors

Well, well...how's this for good ole fashioned American values? SPEND, SPEND, SPEND and screw responsibility. The National Debt clock located on 44th Street near 6th Avenue has had to remove the dollar sign to put in another number! And isn't this sweet? The Durst family, who own the clock, are putting in two more digits to accomodate the possibilty...NO...the EVENTUALITY (if that's even a word) of QUADRILLIONS OF DOLLARS OF DEBT.

And people say this is the greatest country in the world? You've GOT TO BE FUCKING JOKING.

My blogs have been short and shorter lately because I barely contain my rage at how far this country has fallen. The corporate culture makes me sick, and I know they won't pay anyone but themselves, which has put a chip on the shoulder of my job hunt. I can barely hold myself still at having to answer, "Tell me about yourself" at job interviews.

I should have become a bartender because it seems all the bars I pass are packed to the gills lately. Why? People either hate the jobs they're in, just got fired from their jobs, or they're trying to figure out how they're going to pay for gas, milk, rent, cars, and tuition on the crappy salaries they get from these jobs.

Since NYC always turns around last, we could be sitting in our own poisoned diaper until fall 2009. And if I hear about one more corporate CEO asshole who hid millions while trying to cover his company's ass, I might just commit murder. My oh-so-famous temper is on red alert lately. I like to tell people I have road rage without actually having a car. Some laugh, some nod, some...and this scares the hell outta me...actually AGREE. Now that's pretty frightening, kiddies.

3 1/2 weeks to go until this election....God/Goddess help us all!