Friday, December 19, 2008


I was at the 92nd St. Y last night to hear a couple of poets, but most people pouring into the building were there to see capo di tutti capi Henry “Hank” Paulson, who is currently slumming as Secretary of the Treasury and shoveling the people’s money to his fellow made men in the financial services mafia. The last time I was at the Y, I watched Charlie Rose fellate Henry Kissinger (sorry if you’re eating breakfast), so I can imagine the deep respect the audience showed Paulson.

A woman parting from a friend who was entering the Y, said, “Ask him what happened to my job,” but she didn’t go in herself. No, it didn’t seem like a crowd that would take over the stage and show the oligarchs the door, if not the rope.

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