Who's gonna bail me out?

Last week, King George, a direct descendant of the Raygun/ Bush-the-First brand of cultural/ political salesmanship, came out of hiding to let us know that our bill for bailing out his buddies that contributed mightily to his coffers will be at least 7 grand per every single person in our country.

He didn't ask us—because as King he doesn't believe that he works for us—he told us. The greater depression is right around the corner, folks, and King George is telling us to dig deeper.

That's the last thing we need. His good buddies—with accounts in the Grand Caymans, Switzerland and havens unknown—have the money we're missing.

They got it through legalized criminality because they wrote the laws in their favor, not ours.

It's called socialism for the elite and free enterprise for the rest of us, the common taxpayers. I'll pay my 7 grand when they atone for the last 28 years of fleecing us. They must pay it all back—hundreds of billions, if not more—and serve some time, to boot, for living off the fat of our land without our permission.

Then, we'll have enough to pay off our debts and rebuild our great nation and put some intelligence back into our government. Mike Garai Thousand Oaks