republonomics -- fourth in a series

Bobby Jindal: "[T]heir legislation is larded with wasteful spending... includ[ing]...$140 million for something called 'volcano monitoring.'"
Who're this gibbering Muppet's speechwriters? They're dumb enough to be hunted for meat. Do they really think that people are going to hear this line and say "Oooh, yeah, ignore those volcanos and they won't bother us?" Or that the federal gubbermint saying "Run for your lives! The volcano's exploding!" is a manifestation of the nanny state?

"First they told us about the cigarettes and the cancer, now they want to step in every time there's the tiniest river of molten lava! I'm telling you, Jedediah, they's gone too far this time."

republonomics -- third in a series

My brother's a (very much Chicago-school) economist. I used to get in arguments with him along the lines of him accusing me of "not believing in the free market." My rejoinder was always something along the lines of "Sure I do. I believe in combustion, too, but I call 911 if my house is on fire."

The "invisible hand" isn't a God damned platonic ideal we have to pursue, it's a very rough model for how things will go if we don't do anything. If you're lecturing someone to set their self-interest aside in the interest of the Gods of the Free Market, you've announced that you don't get the point.

republonomics: second in a series

Immigration, weakened labor laws, regressive tax rates, and offshoring jobs all have no effect on American income. The best way to raise American incomes is for American workers to become more skilled.

This is best accomplished by gutting K-12 spending and financial aid for higher education.

hibernations - i doing it wrong

Every once in a while, when I mutter about leaving Columbus in favor of someplace that's warm year round, some anencephalic meat chunk within earshot will say, "But wouldn't you miss the changing of the seasons?"

Well, this year I did miss the changing of the seasons. Because I got sick for five days. Essentially I went to sleep on Wednesday and it was in the 80s, and I woke up on Tuesday and it was in the 30s. Autumn was somewhere in that window, and if I moved away, I might have missed the three temperate days Columbus has every year. What a loss.

everyone send taibbi a dollar

I don't think there's a Nobel Prize for bitch slaps.

Yet.

M.T.: In point of fact I'm talking about the 262-page amendment Gramm tacked on to that bill that deregulated the trade of credit default swaps.

Tick tick tick. Hilarious sitting here while you frantically search the Internet to learn about the cause of the financial crisis — in the middle of a live chat interview.

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