The economic crisis currently gripping our country has been the top political issue in this country for months now. My blog is a political blog. Noticeably absent from it has been the top political issue in the country. Why? Because words can’t describe how angry, disappointed, and disgusted I am with the handling of it all.

Believe me, I’ve tried. There are many half-written posts on the subject. A starting paragraph followed by a rant followed by broken sentences that simply couldn’t be folded in coherently – not that my rants are terribly coherent to begin with. It almost makes me feel like I’ve somehow failed as a blogger. I’m normally a very articulate person. I’d like to at least think that I’m a rational, reasonable, persuasive person.

But every time I think of what the government has done on this my mind just fucking asplodes.

The basic equation of capitalism is with risk comes reward. Without risk, capitalism doesn’t work. We need risk. We need failure. We need to expect failure. We need to accept failure. We need to let failure happen.

Warning: The following could be considered a rant. Those of you who read this blog for the dry, thoughtful, “just the facts” tone of my posts may want to look away.

My problem with the auto bail out (on top of my problems with bail outs in general) is that the companies are not financially viable – and they’re not viable for a reason. Everyone who has anything to do with them has a sense of entitlement.

I grew up in the big city most of my life. I was fortunate that my parents decided to enroll me in the Boy Scouts, so I was one of the lucky kids who got to get away from the skyline a couple days a month and get out into the country. When I wasn’t distracted by the hysterics of thirty pre-teen kids with minimal adult supervision, I occasionally looked up into the sky and got to see actual stars. Not the usual one or two peaking through the street lights, but true, majestic, beautiful, breathtaking, all encompassing stars.