All Out

I really can't be angry at this point, merely disgusted and irked.

I pretty much predicted this though I take no glee in having been proved correct that our wealthy overlords are, once again, protected from the chill winds of want while the rest of us get...well, what? The goddamn debt ceiling fiasco is mere months away and we're going to get bent over that one, too.

All I can do is fire off angry letters to the White House and we all know how much that's worth.

But Barak, baby, you and Michelle have got to come over next Friday week. It's poker night, and I'm a little short this month. I trust you can help me with that.

WASF.