Out of Work Wall Streeters Will Kill You and Eat You

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Hard to tell if this is a joke or not, but this supposed e-mail from a pissed-off wall Street broker has been making the rounds:

What’s going to happen when we can’t find jobs on the Street anymore? Guess what: We’re going to take yours. We get up at 5am & work till 10pm or later. We’re used to not getting up to pee when we have a position. We don’t take an hour or more for a lunch break. We don’t demand a union. We don’t retire at 50 with a pension. We eat what we kill, and when the only thing left to eat is on your dinner plates, we’ll eat that.

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The Obama administration and the Democratic National Committee might get their way and knock us off the top of the pyramid, but it’s really going to hurt like hell for them when our fat asses land directly on themiddle class of America and knock them to the bottom.

We aren’t dinosaurs. We are smarter and more vicious than that, and we are going to survive. The question is, now that Obama & his administration are making Joe Mainstreet our food supply … will he? and will they?

Certainly the "Ve Are Der Ubermenschen" tone reflects the sort of hubris we're used to reading abut from the subpoenaed e-mails of perp-walking fat cats. But "food supply"? Really?

If this little tantrum is real, I really would like to see the arrogant fuck be the one waiting tables or working retail, taking the kind of daily humiliation that shitheads like him used to casually dish out.

Dumb Question of the Day

The Washington Monthly

Just a question I haven't heard anybody ask: Shouldn't the tea party crowd be having a cow over this new immigration bill that Arizona just passed? Doesn't that sound like big government tyranny to them? Giving the police the power to demand "papers" from someone just on their own suspicion?

Any chatter from the tea party folk to this effect? I haven't seen any.

Of course not. It wasn't signed by a black Democrat, and it doesn't affect old, well-off white people, therefore it cannot be tyranny. Duh.

The Poultry-Based Health Insurance Plan

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I've said it before and I'll say it again: The hardest part about writing satire these days is staying ahead of reality, in a world where -people manage to out-weird you every time.

Josh Marshall of the liberal blog Talking Points Memo found this out, to his chagrin, when he discovered a quote from Nevada Republican Senate candidate Sue Lowden, who's running against Harry Reid. In a speech, Lowden suggested that you really didn't need health insurance; you could just barter with your doctor.

"I think that bartering is really good," Lowden said. "Those doctors who you pay cash, you can barter, and that would get prices down in a hurry ... go ahead out and pay cash for whatever your medical needs are, and go ahead and barter with your doctor."

Marshall thought this was pretty risible. He reported on Lowden's statement with the snarky headline, "I Bid Three Chickens for That MRI!"

But, as it turns out, that's exactly what Lowden was talking about. "You know," she earnestly told a radio interviewer a few days later, "before we all started having health care, in the olden days, our grandparents, they would bring a chicken to the doctor."

At first I thought, well, that's a Republican for you: The solution to the crisis in health insurance is to go back to some fantasy of the past. And you want to know what the sad thing is? By Nevada standards, she's the moderate Republican.

But then I started thinking. Hey, what the heck do I know? So I called up my doctor's office.

"I need to come in for my yearly checkup," I said.

"Sure," the nice lady on the phone replied. "We can make you an appointment."

"Great. Where do you want me to send the chickens?"

There was a pause. "What?" she said finally.

"I've decided I don't want to file this on my insurance. I want to pay the doctor in chickens."

"I'm not sure I understand. Did you say...chickens?"

"Sure. Just like my grandpa used to do. Or so I've heard. OK, last time, my checkup cost, what, a couple hundred bucks? With blood work and everything?"

"Sir ..."

"And chickens are going for ... let's see. This farm report I found online says about 84 cents a pound, and the average weight is about 12 pounds, so that's a little over 10 bucks per bird, divide that into 200 ... Wow! Hope the doctor has a big yard."

"Mr. Rhoades ..."

"I'm not sure I can get all of them in the station wagon. Does he mind if I make more than one trip?"

"We don't accept payment in chickens!"

"You don't?"

"Of course not! No one does!"

"How about turkeys?"

She hung up on me. Some people just have trouble thinking outside the box. I guess we won't be returning to those wonderful days my grandparents knew, when highly trained professionals would cheerfully agree to be paid in poultry.

As of this writing, the Lowden campaign continues to stand by their guns - sort of. When the folks from Talking Points Memo called the campaign, a spokesman insisted, "Bartering with your doctor is not a new concept. There have been numerous reports as to how negotiating with your doctor is an option, and doctors have gone on the record verifying this."

It seems as if Ms. Lowden and/or her spokespeople have confused "bartering" with "bargaining." Which is a lot more realistic. I mean, I know my negotiating skills are at their peak when I have a fever or I'm wracked with periodic spasms of projectile vomiting.

So, all you Republicans and tea partiers, the next time you're sick, toss that Medicare card in the dustbin. You don't need any government-sponsored health-care plan! Remember the ways of your hardy forbears. Be ready to throw off that logy, sick feeling, rise from your bed and haggle with your doctor over the cost of treatment, and then bargain with your pharmacist over the cost of your meds.

And bring some chickens. They're sure to love you for it.