It's the Economy, Joe
The morning sunshine was bright and warm. Another great day ahead.
Joe, the Executive, was pleased with what he saw. The 10-lane highway stretched out as far as he could see and the traffic was zipping along fine. He spotted Joe, the Cop, next to a Speed Limit sign and frowned. How dare, he regulate the fast paced life, on the best roads in the world. He got on the wireless and yelled, ‘Take down that sign and get your butt off the highway." Joe, the Trustee, yawned and decided that the breakfast with Pork was not too bad.
Joe, the Tycoon, pulled over to the gas station in his gold plated guzzler. Joe, the Oilman, rang in the cash register. "You are my best customer. So it is just a dollar a gallon". Just then, Joe, the Worker, came in his Jalopy and paid the standard rate of $5 a gallon. Joe, the Liberal, who was browsing around, saw this and interjected, "Hey that is not fair". But he was brushed aside by Joe, the Conservative, "Why are you killing his dream? One day he may own a guzzler too".
Joe, the Trucker, needs to expand his business. He meets up with Joe, the Banker, who rings up Joe, the Minter, "I need more of the moolah. You print a lot of this stuff but I don't see too much of it". Joe, the Asian, walks in through the door and says, "Hey, let me help you. We get a lot of the green stuff for all that we make for you folks. Let me loan it back to you." Joe, the Banker, licks his chops, but then his eyes narrow, "Hey, why don't you guys too live it up like us?' Joe, the Asian, frowns, "Oh, no, my folks are still happy with their scooters". Joe, the Banker, is now awash with the green stuff. Hmm… he can certainly, add a few more 000's to his bonus, if he can generate more business. He gets on the phone to Joe, the Worker, "You want to get into the big league, fella? Buy a truck and you cannot lose. Don't worry about credit history. We all know that trucks only go up in value. People need things to be moved from Point A to Point B."
Joe, the Broker, sides up to him, "Let me help you slice and dice up the loans. That way you can Capitalize the profit and Socialize the risk". Joe, the Investor, snaps up all the derivatives. The American Dream is complete.
The afternoon doesn't look right. Is that a dark cloud in the horizon?
Joe, the Worker-changed-to-Trucker, is worried. He has the trucks, but not enough goods to transport. Too many trucks. What the heck, he will stop paying for the truck. And all hell breaks loose.
Joe, the Citizen, switches over from the Sports channel to the News channel. He screams, "What just happened here?" Joe, the Voter, chimes in, "It's the Economy, Joe."
Joe, the Executive, was pleased with what he saw. The 10-lane highway stretched out as far as he could see and the traffic was zipping along fine. He spotted Joe, the Cop, next to a Speed Limit sign and frowned. How dare, he regulate the fast paced life, on the best roads in the world. He got on the wireless and yelled, ‘Take down that sign and get your butt off the highway." Joe, the Trustee, yawned and decided that the breakfast with Pork was not too bad.
Joe, the Tycoon, pulled over to the gas station in his gold plated guzzler. Joe, the Oilman, rang in the cash register. "You are my best customer. So it is just a dollar a gallon". Just then, Joe, the Worker, came in his Jalopy and paid the standard rate of $5 a gallon. Joe, the Liberal, who was browsing around, saw this and interjected, "Hey that is not fair". But he was brushed aside by Joe, the Conservative, "Why are you killing his dream? One day he may own a guzzler too".
Joe, the Trucker, needs to expand his business. He meets up with Joe, the Banker, who rings up Joe, the Minter, "I need more of the moolah. You print a lot of this stuff but I don't see too much of it". Joe, the Asian, walks in through the door and says, "Hey, let me help you. We get a lot of the green stuff for all that we make for you folks. Let me loan it back to you." Joe, the Banker, licks his chops, but then his eyes narrow, "Hey, why don't you guys too live it up like us?' Joe, the Asian, frowns, "Oh, no, my folks are still happy with their scooters". Joe, the Banker, is now awash with the green stuff. Hmm… he can certainly, add a few more 000's to his bonus, if he can generate more business. He gets on the phone to Joe, the Worker, "You want to get into the big league, fella? Buy a truck and you cannot lose. Don't worry about credit history. We all know that trucks only go up in value. People need things to be moved from Point A to Point B."
Joe, the Broker, sides up to him, "Let me help you slice and dice up the loans. That way you can Capitalize the profit and Socialize the risk". Joe, the Investor, snaps up all the derivatives. The American Dream is complete.
The afternoon doesn't look right. Is that a dark cloud in the horizon?
Joe, the Worker-changed-to-Trucker, is worried. He has the trucks, but not enough goods to transport. Too many trucks. What the heck, he will stop paying for the truck. And all hell breaks loose.
Joe, the Citizen, switches over from the Sports channel to the News channel. He screams, "What just happened here?" Joe, the Voter, chimes in, "It's the Economy, Joe."
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