Ruh-Roh, Timmy! Even the East Coast MSM Types Are Calling Four Your Scalp!

Some years ago, a joke circulated with the opening line:

You know it's going to be a bad day at the office when...followed by a list of funny scenarios, such as Mike Wallace and his Sixty Minutes crew showing up at your door. (OldSouth is indeed, not young...).

So, Timmy: You know it's going to be a bad day at the office when...the Atlantic Magazine, that bastion of East-Coast-Old-Boy-WeAllWentToHarvardBrownOrYale-Liberal-Thought decides that your scurvy ass is a liability, and you are to be voted off the island!


Turns out that no one, and I mean not one member in this club, is amused by the news that you used the AIG rescue as a means of bailing out your bankster buddies while chair of the New York Fed.

Timmy, your mistake was that you over-reached.  As long as the scams were relatively small, private, and no one in the club got hurt, it was ok. I mean, those poor schlubs in Flyover Country can be fleeced at will with blow-up mortgages and credit card scams. They vote Republican, if they vote at all, so they don't matter. But this mess lowered the net worth of the membership, not to mention the endowments of the Ivy League schools, where they donate heavily to reserve spots for their under-achieving fourth-generation legacy offspring.

You messed with the wrong people's money, and you are definitely off the invitation list, Timmy.

It is now only a matter of time, and the timing of the announcement. Timmy's toast, he just hasn't left the building yet.

Better get that book deal in place while you can, Mr. Secretary, assuming any New York publisher will return your calls.

Next Week, We Make History!

Why do I get the feeling our executive branch is playing 'chicken' with the world?

Do they think they can do this indefinitely?

All He Wants To Do Is Dance, Dance...

George Stephanapoulis at ABC's This Week has an unenviable task: getting people in our political leadership to simply answer simple questions in a direct manner.

He himself is a master of the double-speak-spin-till-you-drop school of linguistic obfuscation, as Bill Clinton's former press secretary. Bill and Hilary operated by rendering the English language meaningless, wearing down friend and foe alike with a flood of sound that sounded sort of like English, but really meant inherently nothing.

Bill's classic line sums up his life: 'It depends on what your meaning of 'is' is.'

It will be counted a tragedy of our culture that he was allowed to get away with it, allowed to finish out his term, allowed to deconstruct the only thing we have to communicate ideas--language.

Tim Geithner learned the lessons of Bill Clinton well.

As you read the transcript of today's interview, notice how the Secretary begins to chatter verbiage at every juncture where a simple question is asked.

Questions like: Doesn't this mean a tax increase? Can you assure those Republicans that make the attempt to work with you that you won't betray them in the end?

At every juncture, every simple question is answered with a torrent of verbiage, that once read, really means very little. Secretary Geithner is attempting to run out the clock, while sounding erudite.

Meanwhile, back in the land of reality: An acquaintance needs to fill a secretarial position in a small academic department in a small college in a small town. 150 resumes to pore through. Another has a newspaper staff position to fill. 250 resumes, many with master's degrees, and more arriving every day.

For these people, words have meaning, even if they don't for the Treasury Secretary.

They live in the world he and his created for us...