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Tuesday, July 30, 2002

A brief note to the President.
From John Scalzi's Whatever


I just love a clever turn of phrase. I keep forgetting how much I like the way this guy writes. Here's the opening salvo from a column last week.

Note to President: Please, please, please stop trying to reassure Americans about the economy. You probably haven't noticed this, but every time you give a speech or comment about the economy, the market plunges like an anesthetized pigeon. It makes those of us without multi-million dollar nest eggs provided by sweetheart business deals from influence-seeking suck-ups really nervous. If you must have someone speak about the economy for you, please try to have it be someone in your administration who didn't make a fat bag of money off the same slipshod accounting practices that we're now currently trying to legislate out of existence, and/or someone whose own business resume isn't so obviously a chronicle of failing upwards. You may be able to find someone like that on the White House cleaning staff, who are, in any event, used to picking up after your messes.

"A chronicle of failing upwards." Love it.