It took me two reads to figure out that the comic was about the mortgage crisis. What happened there was immensely complicated, and I have only a general outline of what those companies did. Can't conservatives at least acknowledge that it's more complex than "poor folks and liberals did it!"
(verification: suddist. It just sounds like something that would describe Tinsley, doesn't it?)
I read this as an attack on the ownership society itself. Personal responsibility (a shibboleth for conservatives) is supposed to be the golden path by which one earns his wealth and partakes in the ownership society. However, this is an admission that greed absent any ethical guidelines leads to wealth. Mallard reveals bald reality without obscuring it behind euphemisms and normative "oughts".
Word verification: "numated" "After listening to that O-Zone song for a full hour, I think I'm numated out."
Is Mallard saying that people who can no longer afford to pay their mortgages are de facto bad people? Because there are a lot of good, foreclosed-upon-because-they're-unemployed-now people who'd love to see him lose his house when the last few papers that still carry his strip finally cancel it. I'd certainly drink to it, though obviously not standing close enough for him to grab my glass from me.
Word verification:
agorat (ah'GOR'at) n. A kind of vermin found skulking around places of public discourse, spreading discomfort and possibly illness. See Bruce Tinshley.
Y'all don't unnerstan' to the Gospel of the Marketplace: You win if you are virtuous; therefore if you lose, you are bad.
Rating agencies that gave "Triple-A" to mortgage-backed securities are GOOD because they made money.
Mortgages peddlers who made NINJA loans are GOOD because they made money.
Workers who got NINJA loans because the mortgage peddlers told them that when their ARM adjusted, they could just refinance ... are BAD because they lose not only the home they couldn't afford, but all the money they put into the home AND the fees they paid to mortgage peddlers.
Workers who lose their jobs because their company collapsed or decided to hire near-slaves in Asia are BAD because they aren't part of the Aristocracy who made those decisions.
It's basically the England of Dickens, in which the best Oliver Twist can hope for is to suddenly discover he's the long-lost child of a rich guy.
Santa Claus is the innocent financial industry, the little girl is the unscrupulous mortgage seeker who, by the sheer force of her scowling eye-brows is coercing Santa into giving her a mortgage (gift) she cannot pay for and has not earned. Clearly, what this country needs is for Congress to give our financial industry greater firepower to free itself from the grasping clutches of vicious borrowers.
(verification: "plowerbi", the country cousin of Furby.)
This strip makes me realize that if only I'd been smart enough to lease my toys instead of buying them, I wouldn't have all those boxes of my broken old toys in my parents' garage, which my parents bug me to take back with me every time I visit them. Your lesson comes twenty-eight years too late, Fillmore!
exanonymous -- No kidding! I went used car shopping four years ago with my folks. The salesman and his manager at one lot wouldn't tell us the price of the car we'd been looking at until after I'd taken a test drive and let them run a credit score, and whenever I asked they'd keep giving me some rigmarole about how they'd go over my credit and help me find a monthly payment plan I could afford. Finally they brought me some papers to sign. I shoved the (unsigned and unread) papers back across the table and said very firmly, "How much is it?" They finally gave me a straightforward answer, and I told them it was out of my price range. I said, "Let's go," to my parents and began to walk out. The manager ran after me and said, "Let's find you something else. How about that one?" He pointed to a model on the showroom floor. I asked him how much it was, and this time around he told me immediately. It was more than the last one we were looking at. Did he not know how price ranges work? It would have been funny if I weren't so mad about how much of my time they'd wasted.
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It took me two reads to figure out that the comic was about the mortgage crisis. What happened there was immensely complicated, and I have only a general outline of what those companies did. Can't conservatives at least acknowledge that it's more complex than "poor folks and liberals did it!"
(verification: suddist. It just sounds like something that would describe Tinsley, doesn't it?)
I read this as an attack on the ownership society itself. Personal responsibility (a shibboleth for conservatives) is supposed to be the golden path by which one earns his wealth and partakes in the ownership society. However, this is an admission that greed absent any ethical guidelines leads to wealth. Mallard reveals bald reality without obscuring it behind euphemisms and normative "oughts".
Word verification: "numated"
"After listening to that O-Zone song for a full hour, I think I'm numated out."
Is Mallard saying that people who can no longer afford to pay their mortgages are de facto bad people? Because there are a lot of good, foreclosed-upon-because-they're-unemployed-now people who'd love to see him lose his house when the last few papers that still carry his strip finally cancel it. I'd certainly drink to it, though obviously not standing close enough for him to grab my glass from me.
Word verification:
agorat (ah'GOR'at) n. A kind of vermin found skulking around places of public discourse, spreading discomfort and possibly illness. See Bruce Tinshley.
Y'all don't unnerstan' to the Gospel of the Marketplace: You win if you are virtuous; therefore if you lose, you are bad.
Rating agencies that gave "Triple-A" to mortgage-backed securities are GOOD because they made money.
Mortgages peddlers who made NINJA loans are GOOD because they made money.
Workers who got NINJA loans because the mortgage peddlers told them that when their ARM adjusted, they could just refinance ... are BAD because they lose not only the home they couldn't afford, but all the money they put into the home AND the fees they paid to mortgage peddlers.
Workers who lose their jobs because their company collapsed or decided to hire near-slaves in Asia are BAD because they aren't part of the Aristocracy who made those decisions.
It's basically the England of Dickens, in which the best Oliver Twist can hope for is to suddenly discover he's the long-lost child of a rich guy.
No wonder Sants is disgruntled!
Considering how aggressive loaning companies and credit card companies are these days, it's ridiculous to blame just the consumer.
It's hard enough to just buy a car without having people tell you can spend three times your limit.
Santa Claus is the innocent financial industry, the little girl is the unscrupulous mortgage seeker who, by the sheer force of her scowling eye-brows is coercing Santa into giving her a mortgage (gift) she cannot pay for and has not earned. Clearly, what this country needs is for Congress to give our financial industry greater firepower to free itself from the grasping clutches of vicious borrowers.
(verification: "plowerbi", the country cousin of Furby.)
I understand this cartoon: Tinsley thinks everyone who is not rich yet asks for the slightest benefit, is a Communist! Fuck Tinsley straight to Hell.
Word verification: Egoomen, someone who asks for a benefit and is, according to Tinsley, a Communist.
What I don't understand is why the kid is telling all this to that mutant dog instead of Santa.
This strip makes me realize that if only I'd been smart enough to lease my toys instead of buying them, I wouldn't have all those boxes of my broken old toys in my parents' garage, which my parents bug me to take back with me every time I visit them. Your lesson comes twenty-eight years too late, Fillmore!
exanonymous -- No kidding! I went used car shopping four years ago with my folks. The salesman and his manager at one lot wouldn't tell us the price of the car we'd been looking at until after I'd taken a test drive and let them run a credit score, and whenever I asked they'd keep giving me some rigmarole about how they'd go over my credit and help me find a monthly payment plan I could afford. Finally they brought me some papers to sign. I shoved the (unsigned and unread) papers back across the table and said very firmly, "How much is it?" They finally gave me a straightforward answer, and I told them it was out of my price range. I said, "Let's go," to my parents and began to walk out. The manager ran after me and said, "Let's find you something else. How about that one?" He pointed to a model on the showroom floor. I asked him how much it was, and this time around he told me immediately. It was more than the last one we were looking at. Did he not know how price ranges work? It would have been funny if I weren't so mad about how much of my time they'd wasted.
rewinn -- Ha ha! Your logic is impeccable, sir!
Everett Volk -- That's a girl?
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