How an unchallenged suburban kid from WNY who grew up loving Star Trek, joined the University of Arizona marching band and enjoys ice hockey, blackjack, documentaries, non-fiction sections in bookstores, musicals, Harry Potter, discussing the philosophical contexts of Lost, the Hollywood Bowl and misses the Fairfax Farmers Market karaoke, has found that he belongs in Los Angeles.
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Comedy is hard, because being smart is hard
So like most people I want to know more about why and how the economy got fucked, which would hopefully lead to me being able to better evaluate different proposals to unfuck it and also those that would prevent future fucks (is that pre-unfucking?). But honestly, I feel like this shit is waaaaay beyond me. And though I am often an apologist for newspapers and reporters, I like many others point a GIANT FOAM MIDDLE FINGER at the business journalism community which was too ready to wave the giant foam we're-no.-1 finger during the last 20 years rather than explain what a hedge fund was, how it worked and the complete lack of rules governing investment bankers.
Thankfully, there's Jon Stewart, The Daily Show and William Cohan.