This morning I hit upon a strategy for reading the unceasing supply of news articles in which bailout-dependent bankers grumble about the profound injustice of having to live on their salaries after bringing Western civilization to the brink of economic ruin.
I read the bankers' complaints in the voice of Elmo from Sesame Street.
Am I proud of this? No. But it's the only way I can read this nonsense without biting the furniture. And I find it matches the tone and content of the welfare-bankers' complaints quite well:
"Elmo not be able to live on 75,000 dollars a year! Elmo have mortgage on summer house! Because New York dirty!"
It's childish, naturally, and stupid. I can't actually recommend that you do the same thing. But it does get me through the day.
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