We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Human beings are not economic robots mindlessly following ironclad laws. They are, in Isaiah Berlin's acute formulation, "Kettles that watch themselves come to a boil". Most of the problems of today's economy aren't economic at all, but functions of mass psychology. We'd be far better off if people like Bernanke, Greenspan, and Obama himself weren't continually quoted about how bad things are and how much worse they'll get, if reporters who insist on using the verb "deteriorate" were treated the same as the Iraqi shoe guy, and if the president's entire economic staff were given copies of Canetti's Crowds and Power and Mackay's Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds.
Tip of the hat to Marshall McCluhan: "The medium is the message." Yay! And now you can get that message on a brand new flat-screen TV because fear is sweeping the nation like the WAVE at a football game. Good news on TV is finally finding a dead baby and hearing all the grisly details of its death. At least pretty-girl rapes are down. Must be the cold weather. Oprah's fat ass is big news, and that news is followed by interviews of a Chicago psychopath whose main concern in life is his hair.
No wonder we're nuts. No wonder we want some hope and change at any price. UGH.