I want a refund

No one warned me it would be this cold. YIKES! It got as low as 11 degrees today. Or at least that is what it said on the E*Trade clock by Union Station. Everybody commented as they saw that number. There were flocks of people walking towards Union Station (to go home of course) and so it was funny to hear everyone exclaiming "Oh my God... it is eleven degrees" over and over and over.

I had been feeling cold for the last many minutes and was secretly glad that I was justified in my shivering.

It is time to find a down burka and just walk around town warm and happy.

I keep thinking that I will see the Obama motorcade when I walk through the loop. Maybe next week.

Do they know?

So, I walked down Michigan Avenue on Friday, to buy a hat to go with a new coat. I was somewhat shocked to find the streets and the shops chock full of people. And people were buying stuff. Haven't these people heard that the economy is in the toilet?

Anyway, I got my hat and even bought a few other things. Hey, if you can't beat em join em.

In other economy related news: what should a bike person make of our government now bailing out Detroit? Okay, it isn't a done deal YET but I think we all know the unions are pretty much telling the democrats: Okay we voted your butts into office, you better bail us out.

The claim is that we can't let the car companies go bankrupt because no one will buy a car from a bankrupt car company. Apparently, no one is afraid to buy an airline ticket from a bankrupt airline (I have heard this on the news 100 times so it must be true) but people need a lifetime of parts and service from their car company so it can't go bankrupt.

Just typing this out makes me realize what BS this is. Being bankrupt does not necessarily mean that you go out of business permanently.

Henry Ford is sleeping quite well in his grave. They will get their bailout, whether I like it or not.

The return of the FOB

Wow. How time flies. Remember the whole FOB phenomemon of the nineties? When our erstwhile hero Bill Clinton was Prez? Before he effed the whole thing up by being a dumbass and taking the bait of a brazen intern with big hair and a stretchy thong?

Anyway, the FRIENDS OF BILL are now FRIENDS OF BARACK so we can conveniently keep the FOB moniker and wonder how many Bush era refugees are packing their bags and moving back to the beltway?

It has not been that long. Only a few of those last century FOBS are dead so Barack now has to contend with the old guard and all of the 21st century foot soldiers who made him 100 times bigger than Paris Hilton, Beyonce, the new Bond and the old Bond, not to mention all Batmans and maybe even Bart Simpson

I am secretly glad that I did not work that hard on his campaign because now I cannot even begin to try and claw my way into FOB land.

So long, FOGs. Your time will come again. Soon, I hope not.