Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures
By the Comics Curmudgeon
Once every a generation or so, it's important that our comfortable lives are shaken up, so that we can take stock and figure out what's really important. Sure, economic disruptions are painful, but they can also herald a return to self-reliance and old-fashioned, time-tested values. Unfortunately, our current economic crisis passed that point weeks ago, so now you're sort of just rubbing it in, Cold Dead Hand of Adam Smith. We promise to stop with the credit cards and the adjustable rate mortgages, OK? Just give us our fucking 401Ks back. Sadly, it appears that our political leaders will be forced to take truly drastic steps to stop our planet from being transformed into a vast hobo jungle.
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Have you heard that the children are our future? When you heard that, you just nodded and smiled politely. But when the much smarter-than-you President Obama heard that, he thought, "Hmm, if they're our future, then couldn't they also be ... our present?" At that moment, the Making America's Babies Pay initiative was born. The nation's infants, previously inefficiently deployed in various cribs, day cares, and ball pits, were put to work! Some were used as beasts of burden, while other, weaker specimens were simply ground into a protein-rich slurry that provided more energy to the beast-of-burden babies.
But as any economist will tell you, tweak one aspect of the complex web of exchanges that underpin our society and you can create certain so-called "perverse incentives." For instance, when the government offered a bounty on the feeble yet delicious slurry babies, there was a rash of infants raised in tiny pens and fed sour cream out of their bottles, resulting in more ludicrously obese tots than the nation's slurry-producing infrastructure could process in a timely manner. A program that had begun with such great hope became mired in piles of obese babies, as government initiatives so often do.
But Obama had another trick up his sleeve! If babies couldn't save America, what about old people? Sure, they weren't really useful for any kind of economically productive activities, but many of them had lived long, full, rich lives and were probably getting on their children's last nerve right about now, so they wouldn't really be missed if they were used as human sacrifices, right? Barry personally took the old coots to his native
Kenya Hawaii, where they were hurled into the caldera of an active volcano as an offering to Pele, the goddess of fire, lightning, dance, volcanoes, violence, and structured investment vehicles.
But you know what the problem with human sacrifice is? Much as is true for eating delicious potato chips, you can't just sacrifice one of your citizens to an ancient pagan deity! It's so enjoyable that you just kind of go nuts with it. Here we see Barry looking awfully pleased with the results of his latest mass offering of dozens of hapless mortals to Poseidon, the ancient Greek god of the oceans, of earthquakes, and of credit default swaps. Look how happy he is! There's nothing more satisfying than pleasing your fickle divine master!
But don't worry! Our president's not out of ideas! Even now, he's plotting a way to defeat the recession by piecing together bits and pieces of corpses and assembling them into an enormous, monstrous parody of humanity, then reanimating that dead mass by infusing it with the devilish new invention, Electricity. Will obstructionist Republicans block this bold move by proclaiming it "an affront the laws of nature" and "an attempt to arrogate to man those powers that rightfully belong only to the Creator"? Stay tuned!
Meanwhile, somewhere overseas, that enormous pile of cocaine Secretary of State Hillary Clinton ordered has finally arrived.