I’ve just recieved word of Fed Chairbot R. Ben Bernanke’s plan to rescue AIG, Fanny Mae, Freddie Mac, Fay Wray and our marvelous fascist, er, mixed economy from the clutches of the Biggest Financial Debacle Since the Great Depression (Tyco action figures coming soon) by farting a walloping cloud of inflationary currency to the tune of $700 billion. Such a blow should send the dastardly Debacle reeling back to its impregnable fortress. . . for the moment.
Bernanke warned of “serious consequences” if the damselcorps’ collective rescue were not effected, and Bush Jr. urged that decisive action was needed to deflect a “distressing scenario“. So, if the multinationals are Helen of Troy, dollars are ships and taxpayers are Iphigeneia getting ritually sacrificed, then the FBI investigation is, um, Aeschylus and bloggers and armchair economists are all the people who sat around chatting and eating dates while everyone else was out killing each other.
Got a problem with my metaphors? Classical scholars, economists, and supervillains fire away (in comment form, preferably).