The House is Angry. But Not Angry Enough.

Media report: Spurred by anger over A.I.G. bonuses, the House voted 328 to 93 to levy a 90 percent tax on any company accepting more than $5 billion in bailout money.

I reply: Only 90 percent? Why isn't the House angry enough to levy a 100 percent tax? What does that unlevied ten percent want to accomplish? Recognition for trying? I thought they only did that, these days, in kindergarten. (That's one of the things Glenn Beck is crying about these days, anyway.)

Further, my imagination is challenged to understand why all 423 House members were not angry.

Further still, I ask, why didn't the House levy ANY company receiving ANY bailout money which, I remind us, is my money, your money not THEIR money.

This whole deal - and I use that word deliberately - hearkens back to the good ole days (economically speaking) of government advise to Americans immediately after the Twin Towers collapsed.

Remember "Shut up and shop?"

Please join me in recognizing the same tone now.

Presently, however, their advice to the American people is much abbreviated.

Now it's simply "Shut up".

I'm Mad as Hell...

I just watched, for the first time since I saw it in a theater right after it was released, the film Network. I'd recorded it off TCM as they broadcast their month of Oscar-winning films.

Network was the first movie I walked out on. I thought it was awful. Just awful. I didn't ask for my money back I just left. I haven't walked out on a movie before or since.

Let me say, however, that having watched it tonight I understood my first viewing experience as akin to the way literature is wasted, many times, on the young. Like, the way high school students take a disliking to Charles Dickens.

Tonight I understand that Network is more a premonition than an film.

I encourage everyone to run to your video store, surf on over to Netflix, or do whatever it is you do to rent movies. Order this one. Sit down and watch it until Howard Beal tells you to get up out of your chair.

Then go over to your nearest window facing the nearest bloom of population, fling open your window, lean your torso out, and yell for all to hear: "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore!"