As the modern media determines that we enter a Recession (that verb is meant be a double entendre) and major economic institutions crumble like a bobsled made of graham crackers, fear will stalk us. It is the fear of Recession which embiggens the Recession itself.
The stock market is falling, the presidential nominees have shifted the focus of their bullsh -- I mean rhetoric, and people are taking their money out of the banks and converting them to canned food (the currency of the future).
The last refuge of capitalism is the Holy Empire of Las Vegas. Well it was, until Vegas collapsed like Corbin Bernsen's career.
The New England Patriots have destroyed America's faith in itself (again). Not only did they fail to cover the generous 12 point spread, they didn't even win.
Big deal, right? Let's hurry up and hire a coach for the Redskins already, right? Wrong.
The Holy Empire of Las Vegas lost an unprecedented $2.6 million on the game. The Strip is now experiencing rolling blackouts. Siegfried and Roy have euthanized their tigers. Celine Dion is walking the streets (gross).
Meanwhile, Giants fans are humping the gravy train of success. But at what cost?