Good luck indeed. Someone suggested to me the time for drink drink drink had indeed arrived...
Thanks, Slip! On Wed, Feb 25, 2009 at 7:20 PM, Slip Disc <[email protected]> wrote: > > Suits with fat fingers crush fat cigars with self congratulatory > smiles as they spend more money then I'll ever see in my life, and I'm > counting quarters to cop some mac and cheese to feed my beautiful > brood for one more night. Sing to me beautiful cliches of bright > tomorrows to drift to sleep on tonight, to find reason to wake another > morning. I'm afraid I'm all out of hope. <<<<<<<CJ > > And for this we should bail out banks! > I have no say, but I say no thanks > Let'm fall like a rotten tree > Better for you, better for me > > In times like these we start to realize > The banks have sharp teeth but have no eyes > They can't see the suffering or have not a care > Raking in the profits and leaving us bare > > Have you seen the tent cities around every town > Homeless families living on the ground > Once productive and able to survive > Now owning nothing, just still alive > > No shower, no water or other facility > Thank the capitalist fat cats that had no pity > I find no reason or any excuse that > People should be living in poverty's noose > > The land of plenty they've always said > But now prosperity is all but dead > They've taken the taxes, our money, our trust > Now they don't know why it's all gone bust > > They are going to help those that put you on the street > People like Bernie Maddoff, that horrible creep > The CEO's and Execs will party round the clock > While the rest of the country wallows in hock > > Sad sad sad > Mad mad mad > Drink drink drink > Glad glad glad > > Good Luck everyone! > Slip > > > > > > > > > > On Feb 25, 3:34 pm, Chris Jenkins <[email protected]> wrote: >> It's happening, slowly but surely. I'm watching with creeping dread, >> and wondering how we'll hold on. I remember reading about the Great >> Depression, seeing the black and white photos, and pondering what >> parents did. Now I know. I thought it was just me, and now as I share >> my struggles with my friends, all of us appear to be in the same >> place. Cars falling further behind on maintenance, bills creeping >> further behind, and a haunting sense of desperation as personal crises >> become more and more untenable. >> >> How then do we offer hope to our children, when the outstanding >> balances are twice what the check is, when the water's been cut off >> this week, and the power's close behind? I'm no creature of >> extravagance, having adopted a frugal lifestyle two years ago as the >> tide of the economy began to turn, attempting to stave off what was >> coming. No car payment, no jaunts to the pub, no fancy electronic >> toys, yet other bills rush to take their place. How then do I fight >> the creeping horror that threatens to engulf my very concept of >> tomorrow? >> >> Suits with fat fingers crush fat cigars with self congratulatory >> smiles as they spend more money then I'll ever see in my life, and I'm >> counting quarters to cop some mac and cheese to feed my beautiful >> brood for one more night. Sing to me beautiful cliches of bright >> tomorrows to drift to sleep on tonight, to find reason to wake another >> morning. I'm afraid I'm all out of hope. > > > --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups ""Minds Eye"" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/Minds-Eye?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
