Cold feet vs pie

The economy being what it is, this winter is going to be hard on a lot of people. I write this sitting in my kitchen with my fleece vest on, putting off as long as I can turning on the pellet stove. Well, I have a pellet stove to put off turning on. And I’m not going to go hungry or lose my house. I have a lot to be thankful for and I could write about that, but that’s not what this post is about. This post is about the widening gap between the one and the ninety-nine.
This post is about fat cats here in the states knowingly selling a lot of people a bill of goods, making an obscene amount of money, and, not only getting off, but getting huge bonuses for piloting their ships into the rocks. It’s not like they didn’t see the rocks. They were in plain sight. And everybody knows what they did. There is no mystery, or if there is it’s how much governments were a part of this gigantic Ponzi scheme?
And what of the ninety-nine? We’re getting cold here. We’re putting on extra clothes and downgrading our dinner menus. We’re buying used tires. We’re adjusting the hell out of our expectations. We seem to have the right to free speech as long as we don’t cause any inconveniences to commerce. People are getting arrested for trampling the grass while those trampling on the lives and futures of millions are getting another piece of pie.