Gail Collins has perfect pitch in her column in today's New York Times. You owe it to yourself to read this. Very funny — and so true. Here are some excerpts:
over every pore and fiber of my being. Anger is in. (Hope’s so …
I am extremely angry at Tim Geithner for being such a baby that he
couldn’t scare a bunch of American International Group quants into
forgoing their bonuses. We need a Treasury secretary so terrifying that
if you were stuck in an elevator alone with him, you would just
automatically hand over your wallet and credit cards.
. . .
Geithner claims nobody warned him that this bonus scandal was coming
down the pike. Is it because he doesn’t have any assistants? It appears
there’s nobody in the world of finance who wants to accept a top-level
Treasury job if it means letting the White House accountants go over
their tax returns. Geithner is walking around listening to the hallways
echo, like the only kid at boarding school who didn’t get invited home
for Christmas.I hate everybody in the world of finance. Also accountants, since it’s tax time.
. . .
Let’s complain about Barack Obama. Why doesn’t he sound angrier?
Doesn’t he understand that his job right now is to be the Great Venter?
Sure he keeps saying he’s
mad. But you can tell that he secretly thinks it’s crazy to obsess
about $165 million in bonuses in a company that’s still got $1.6
trillion in toxic assets to unravel. “I don’t want to quell that anger.
I want to channel our anger in a constructive way,” he said on
Wednesday. Everybody knows constructively channeled anger doesn’t
really count. It’s like diet pizza.
If John McCain were
president, you can bet that we’d be getting outrage 24-7. McCain would
be so angry that we’d be scared that he’d have a coronary or invade a
new country. The New York Post would be running “Calm Down, Mr.
Except, of course, the whole reason we
elected Barack Obama was because when the economy started melting down,
Obama seemed sane and calm while McCain appeared to be a loopy visitor
from the Planet of the Overwrought.