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Dow Jones Indices: .DJI - Mar 6 4:35pm ET 14296.24+42.47 (0.30%) I'm not a big money guy, and I know the Dow Jones is not a total indicator of national economic health. All I can say is, this is what happens when a nation elects a Kenyan socialist introvert. It's all his fault, as usual.
siwanoy
3/6/2013 12:30:49 pm
Dear George,
Peterk
3/6/2013 01:24:12 pm
to believe that a Kenyan socialist introvert community organizer had anything to do with where the DJ index is today is to be oblivious to the rest of the economy.
Brian Savin
3/6/2013 02:00:47 pm
Oh, you think George means that the Dow Jones is a reflection of recovery -- is that it? If that is your thesis, you are correct, Peterk. This is the first time in our lifetime that there has been such a dramatic dichotomy between corporate profits and social welfare since the days of Teddy Roosevelt. What we see in the Dow Jones distortion from all other economic data is the line from the old play, Li'll Abner, when they sang the song, "What's good for General Bullmoose, is good for the USA!" Our President has been excellent for Wall Street profits and exquisitely lousy for the common people. What hasn't been so clear in the record evidence before now, is the chasm that can take place between Wall Street profits and the common good. "Trickle down" is nonsense.
George Vecsey
3/7/2013 02:50:58 am
I forgot to mention community organizer, another flaw.
Brian Savin
3/7/2013 01:09:38 pm
Actually, George, the problem is virtually the opposite. Our President has been criticized most damningly not from the ideological crack heads of my own Republican Party, some of whom are equivalent to the old John Birch Society, but from social progressives, the best of whom who are both from the old Republican Party a few of us have been brought up on, and also from a few truly progressive Democrats who know what they are talking about. Today our President had lunch with a Republican. About time, even if he doesn't respect him. Every President in the last two centuries except this one has used meals at the White House to argue his case with legislators. This President, has not. In fact, he has argued nothing to legislators, or addressed the electorate on issues of import, as Ronald Reagan did so many times for his priorities. This President has left everything of substance to his political "handlers." He likes being President, but that is not enough to lead usefully or do his job successfully. 3/8/2013 02:51:56 am
George,
charlie vincent
3/9/2013 01:06:43 am
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Brian Savin
3/9/2013 11:48:12 am
Charlie, the economy sucks. Don't for a moment believe otherwise. We are approaching the 1930's and, frankly, I personally believe we are there already.
charlie vincent
3/10/2013 05:14:00 am
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