A Plan Begins To Emerge
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mallorys_cameraHis last evening in Edinboro, young Maxwell ____ tried to pick a fight with me. A political fight. Of course he didn’t succeed since nowadays – as Faithful Readers will attest – I’m just slightly to the left of Atilla the Hun.
But all Maxwell knew about me was that I was from California.
He narrowed his eyes slyly. “Obama’s stimulus plan is just ridiculous!”
“It’s your generation that’s going to be paying it off!” I beamed.
“In order to sustain any growth at all and still service interest on Obama’s debt, the economy is going to have to grow at a rate of four times its average growth rate. And that’s impossible!”
“Where’d you get that statistic?”
“From my globalization teacher,” said Maxwell. “Actually we calculated it together.”
“Globalization teacher?”
“It’s what they’re calling history and geography these days,” Lucinda explained.
“We call it social studies in Monterey,” said Robin. He was staring at Maxwell, fascinated by the fact that his cousin could be interested in this boring political shit. Maxwell after all was a cool kid, a demon on the basketball court, a willing participant in prank calls and playground bravado – like just the night before when one of Lew’s 14 year old horseback riding students came on to Maxwell, and her boyfriend called him, threatening to beat the crap out of him.
“Credit is the thing that caused this whole crisis in the first place,” Maxwell continued. “People buying things that they don’t need, that they wouldn’t even really want if they weren’t brainwashed into buying –“
“Consumer spending does account for roughly 70 per cent of overall economic activity –“ I said.
Robin’s eyes were like saucers.
This was when I began to get the idea that maybe the place to aim for in my post apocalyptic freefall should be upstate New York, maybe Rochester, maybe Ithaca.
Robin’s cousins all live there. And the schools are good.
Of course this would mean reactivating my RN license. God knows I loathed being an RN.
Ya gotta do what ya gotta do.
But all Maxwell knew about me was that I was from California.
He narrowed his eyes slyly. “Obama’s stimulus plan is just ridiculous!”
“It’s your generation that’s going to be paying it off!” I beamed.
“In order to sustain any growth at all and still service interest on Obama’s debt, the economy is going to have to grow at a rate of four times its average growth rate. And that’s impossible!”
“Where’d you get that statistic?”
“From my globalization teacher,” said Maxwell. “Actually we calculated it together.”
“Globalization teacher?”
“It’s what they’re calling history and geography these days,” Lucinda explained.
“We call it social studies in Monterey,” said Robin. He was staring at Maxwell, fascinated by the fact that his cousin could be interested in this boring political shit. Maxwell after all was a cool kid, a demon on the basketball court, a willing participant in prank calls and playground bravado – like just the night before when one of Lew’s 14 year old horseback riding students came on to Maxwell, and her boyfriend called him, threatening to beat the crap out of him.
“Credit is the thing that caused this whole crisis in the first place,” Maxwell continued. “People buying things that they don’t need, that they wouldn’t even really want if they weren’t brainwashed into buying –“
“Consumer spending does account for roughly 70 per cent of overall economic activity –“ I said.
Robin’s eyes were like saucers.
This was when I began to get the idea that maybe the place to aim for in my post apocalyptic freefall should be upstate New York, maybe Rochester, maybe Ithaca.
Robin’s cousins all live there. And the schools are good.
Of course this would mean reactivating my RN license. God knows I loathed being an RN.
Ya gotta do what ya gotta do.
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I think there is something in the water.
Date: 2009-07-20 06:19 am (UTC)I'm not sure about that place.
Re: I think there is something in the water.
Date: 2009-07-20 11:29 am (UTC)(Ever since I got lost in a blizzard for 3 days cross country skiing in Yosemite and had to be airlifted out by helicoptor, I've been antithetical to snow.)
Re: I think there is something in the water.
Date: 2009-07-24 06:48 am (UTC)