How many times have you seen in a business establishment this sign: "In God we trust - all others pay cash!?"
Yes, it's the feces of bulls that walk, and always money that talks!
The question, of course, is which of the two presidential candidates -Obama or McCain - represent any change from this sad and oppressive reality? Who is truly progressive, and who regressive?
McCain's been frustratingly reticent on the subject, reminding historians, no doubt, of "silent Cal" Coolidge.
Just as before the "Back Friday" of 1929, we find before us a threatening abyss.
The "Domino Effect" may turn out to be more applicable to our rampant capitalism than bygone Soviet and Chinese totalitarianism.
The state of our economy defies all logic and the expertise of economists. "Talking heads" are constantly on twenty-four hour newscasts discussing a financial gordian knot that nobody seems to know how to untangle!
It lies constantly before us, as if a cadaver on an autopsy table - unless some timely legislation can resuscitate this poor, ailing creature!
I note that I have had to reassure my long timed friends at American Express that in fact I actually do have the wherewithal to continue paying my bills! Meanwhile, Chase Visa reduced a previously high credit line to nothing!
And from this, I cannot discern whether the villain is the current credit crisis with the bail-out of major corporations, or some failure on my part!
Wall Street, it seems, whether due to inherent wisdom of wealth or the efforts of Congress and the final contribution of indentured generations of Americans - will survive.
I’m quite thankful for that. But I wonder how I myself, and others like me, will be affected?
I live in a home bequeathed me by a fond aunt, and in which the electrical wiring dates back to the early nine-teen-twenties. This little place longs for restoration, and I plan to do right by it.
But I don’t know whether my recources may exceed my aspirations!
I foresee a deck off the back of the house, preferably of redwood, with entry from both back door and my studio in which I now type.
