I am a bad person
I have a guilty secret, one that reveals what a truly perverse soul I am: I have been enjoying the financial meltdown.
Not at any deep existential level, you understand. People losing their homes is rough, I am not thrilled when investors take billions in losses, and the prospects of the federal government stepping in with $700 billion buy of other people’s bad debts makes me a bit sick. Rather, what I am talking about is the fun of watching the whole thing. After months (and months and months and months and months) of largely vacuous political debate and even more vacuous punditry about the vacuousness, there is something refreshing, even exhilarating, about opening up the newspaper and reading about something real. Sad and in many ways horrific, to be sure, but also exciting, fast moving, and undeniably substantive. Unlike what Pallin might or might not have done to this or that Alaska state trooper, this is something that I can convince myself actually matters.