We drove it hard
And we wrecked it
In our own backyard
What do we do now, what do we do now,
What do we do now, what do we do now?
What will we do now? Our economy has many of us fearful of what tomorrow brings. Human nature dictates that the blame needs to be placed somewhere. And there is plenty of blame to go around. The people facing foreclosure blame the banks; the banks blame Fannie and Freddie; Fannie and Freddie blame the government for pushing easier terms for homebuyers; and the government blames Wall Street investment firms who traded in all of this weak paper. And it will be the taxpayer who gets stuck with it in the end. The buck stops with the taxpayer. We, who made our mortgage payments, paid our bills, lived within our means and did nothing to deserve this kick in the pants. Are we innocent bystanders? The answer ….we let past administrations dictate policies which, in the short term, produced a booming economy. We enjoyed the fruits of this economy without seriously questioning future implications. All it takes is good people doing nothing. And we are about to make that mistake again. The name of this mistake is BAILOUT.
Our democracy allows us both the privilege to succeed and the right to fail. This is what drives our economy. When the government intervenes and places an artificial ceiling on our privilege to succeed, or an artificial floor under our right to fail, it dilutes the opportunity to learn from both our successes and our failures. By bailing out those who face foreclosure, by bailing out companies whose balance sheets are rife with faulty loans, we erode their ability to learn from their failures. Henry Ford said “Failure is only the opportunity to begin again more intelligently.” Will Wall Street and all those involved in this crisis learn from their mistakes if we bail them out? Will they begin again more intelligently? I think not… I think not if they do not get the opportunity to fail.
Let’s not wreck it in our own back yard.
Any thoughts? Any lyrics more appropriate?
September 27, 2008 at 2:30 am |
First, I think it is wrecked in our backyard, the question is what to do with the wreckage…
another thought…
perhaps not your cup of tea (genre-wise) but here are a few fellows (Rage Against the Machine) who are saying “I told you so” right now.
lyrics here:
http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Sleep-Now-in-the-Fire-lyrics-Rage-Against-The-Machine/B6765E1DA4BF648A482568A50013F121
As far as the bailout plan, I harken back to days of yonder (1978):
You got to know when to hold ‘em,
know when to fold ‘em,
know when to walk away,
know when to run,
you never count your money,
when you’re sittin’ at the table…
-Kenny Rogers
Of course, looks like there’s been lots of trouble counting money lately…
Then again, the total failure of the companies would affect much more than just the companies and their constituents, the whole world in fact. A generalizing pessimist may take refuge in Radiohead’s thoughts here:
Rows of houses, all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into position
All these things we’ll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out
This machine will, will not communicate
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again and fade out again
A further (ironic) thought on the cyclical nature of economies, greed, failure and redemption:
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, lord, by and by
Theres a better home a-waiting
In the sky, lord, in the sky
and the third verse
Oh, I followed close behind her
Tried to hold up and be brave
But I could not hide my sorrow
When they laid her in the grave
RIP unregulated mortgage industry….
September 27, 2008 at 7:39 pm |
keep on rockn’ in the free world!
September 28, 2008 at 1:06 am |
im gettin married to my pickup truck
it doesn’t leave me when im down on my luck
it doesn’t shop at fancy stores or have a lawyer
or want a divorce
it doesn’t care if I stay out late
it doesn’t bitch about the money i make
we’ll be together till the end
it won’t sleep with my best friend
im gonna get down on one knee
and ask my truck if it’ll marry me
i’ll never drive another car
we’ll honeymoon at the titty bar
we’re gonna have the time of our life
the exhaust pipes are tighter than my Ex-wife
you think im crazy, but listen to this
i can bring home a hooker and it won’t get pissed no
wedding ring won’t cost me a buck
when I get married to my pickup
pickup truck
By Rodney Carrington
September 30, 2008 at 3:00 am |
Gonna get myself together this morning,
gonna leave it all, like one bad dream
got the fat cats in the bad hats
doin’ me a real big favor
got the fat cats in the bad hats
paying all real good
here’s a dime boy, gimme a shine boy
down and out in New York City
September 30, 2008 at 3:01 am |
That was James Brown