We are in the wedding planning stage of American presidential politics. The race to the engagement is over and the date for the big day the inauguration is set. Everybody is looking forward to a gymnastic honeymoon. Well, mostly everybody. Why? Because of all of the people who have accepted invitations.
On Volker, on Summers, on Geithner, on Blitzen. It looks like all are ready to dash away and circumnavigate the globe at supraluminal speeds bringing economic gifts back to all of us in Whoville before it turns to Hooverville. It all looks good on paper. Then again, so did that Congressional Joint Resolution..
Niall Ferguson has added his name to the pile of folks impressed with the number of people Obama might convince to keep their upper lips stiff through these rocky times. I have no objections to any besides reservations on Holder and on Clinton. But am most impressed with the economic team that Obama has assembled.
A lot of this economic stuff is way over my head. I keep subscribing to more and more learned hands and it doesn't seem to help. The more I read, the more vague the entire picture becomes. I admit that I've been diverted with a somewhat exhausting discussion on gay politics and that Bloomberg is not doing so many Surveillance podcasts as they were. I've worn out the habit, especially given Jonah Goldberg. And at the moment, given the mix, I'm in a bit of an apathetic mood. The answer? Comic.
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