What the hell do you give 'em for the holidays?
Well, give 'em hell.
Or at least give some agitation at a helluva bargain price.
(Holidays are VERY SOON.)
Hear the Whine of Wall Street's Latest Tune
Listen intently, and you can hear the faint music of the band coming from over the hills. Their drums are pounding out a steady cadence, the bagpipes are wheezing mournfully, and the fifes are trilling plaintively. Coming straight at you, it's The Musicale Marching Pity Corps from Wall Street!
This big banker band -- including a line of baton-twirling lobbyists and a chorus of right-wing talk show yakkers -- is on the march because Obama and other dastardly Democrats have proposed to cap the outrageous pay, bonuses and perks that bailed-out Wall Streeters keep grabbing for themselves. The band's whining refrain (note: You might want to reach for your hankie before reading this) is that these princes of high finance are being picked on.
Yes, trumpet the bankers, we make a lot of money, but we deserve it, and the system cannot function without such rewards for us. Indeed, sniffs a Wall Street consultant, "taxpayers should want banks to retain the cream of the crop." Uh, sir -- wouldn't that be the same cream that has soured America's entire financial system?
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