Gov’t Stimulus

We’re on a passenger train, mainline, and we can see the bridge is out ahead. There is no stopping.

We’re gonna plunge into the river.

The President and leaders of the House and Senate are on the job and are working the switch that will divert us to the alternate track.

Some people are dancing in the aisles, celebrating that they will soon be saved. Others are rooting for them to hurry. Still others are bickering over how the bridge collapse and caused this consternation. Not to come up with solutions to make better bridges in the future, but to assign blame to their favorite boogeyman and to be mad at same for getting them into this mess. Despite their ardor, I don’t think Halliburton conspiracies, or global warming, or ‘laissez faire’ caused this, anymore than it caused the Minneapolis bridge disaster.

Other people, armed with level heads and long experience on this train, see the switchmen working the wrong switch. Harry, Barry, and Nancy are on the siding, not the line. They know HOW to work the switches, but they don’t understand WHY their favorite switch isn’t the correct one. Their efforts can’t help, and may hurt. While others dance we brace ourselves in the seat, looking for pillows to pad our heads during impact, and noting the exit locations. Some people will probably survive the disaster and we want to increase our chances.

I hope to see some of you on the other side, bumped up, soaked, but alive, on the far riverbank.