The numbers are way to big to comprehend. Barry Ritholtz attempts to put some perspective on the whole fiasco in the post below but it still completely blows my mind.
Leave it the The Onion to speak the truth in satire…
…and now the rest of the story…
CONGRATULATIONS MYRON ROLLE!!!
Enough said…this is a good story…I also like Wilbon’s take on it.
I ran across this link that supposedly analyzes a blog a gives you your “type”. My report is below:
INTP – The Thinkers
I found this passage very interesting in light of our current “cold-turkey” fast from politics and elections. It is a passage from a book by Carlo Carretto’s, I, Francis. It is a description of the life of St. Francis of Assisi told from the perspective of Francis living in modern times. I haven’t read the book (but think I would like to). I found this passage in A Guide to Prayer by Job and Shawchuck (The Upper Room). Let me know what you think. I believe its time Christians begin to seriously rethink our perceptions of what “Gospel” might be…the Gospel is so much more than an individual soul elixir/ticket to heaven when we die. It deals with “change of hearts” which in turn shows up in our relationship to politics, culture, classes, poverty, wealth, etc. I’d be interested in your thoughts.
When I, Francis, heard the call of the Gospel, I did not set about organizing a politcal pressure-group in Assisi. What I did, I remember very well, I did for love, without expecting anything in return; I did it for the Gospel, without placing myself at odds with the rich, without squabbling with those who preferred to remain rich. And I certainly did it without any class hatred.
I did not challenge the poor people who came with me to fight for their rights, or win salary increases. I only told them that we would be blessed–if also battered, persecuted, or killed. The Gospel taught me to place the emphasis on the mystery of the human being more than on the duty of the human being.
I did not understand duty very well. But how well I understood–precisely because I had come from a life of pleasure–that when a poor person, a suffering person, a sick person, could smile, that was the perfect sign that God existed, and that he was helping the poor person in his or her difficulties.
The social struggle in my day was very lively and intense, almost, I should say, as much so as in your own times. Everywhere there arose groups of men and women professing poverty and preaching poverty in the Church and the renewal of society. But nothing changed, because these people did not change hearts…
No, brothers and sisters, it is not enough to change laws. You have to change hearts. Otherwise, when you have completed the journey of your social labors you shall find yourselves right back at the beginning–only this time it is you who will be the arrogant, the rich, and the exploiters of the poor.
This is why I took the Gospel path. For me the Gospel was the sign of liberation, yes, but of true liberation, the liberation of hearts. This was the thrust that lifted me out of the middle-class spirit, which is present to every age, and is known as selfishness, arrogance, pride, sensuality, idolatry, and slavery.
I know something about all that.
I knew what it meant to be rich, I knew the danger flowing from a life of easy pleasure, and when I heard the text in Luke, “Alas for you, who are rich” my flesh crept. I understood. I had run a mortal risk, by according a value to the idols that filled my house, for they would have cast me in irons had I not fled.
It is not that I did not understand the importance of the various tasks that keep a city running. I understood, but I sought to go beyond.
You can reproach me, go ahead. But I saw, in the Gospel, a road beyond, a path that beyond, a path that transcended all cultures, all human constructs, all civilization and conventions.
I felt the Gospel to be eternal; I felt politics and culture, including Christian culture, to be in time.
I was made always to go beyond time.
Don’t you think Calvin pretty much reflects our consume-now-consequences-be-damned culture?