Pat,

JMHO, but…  All all that’s gona help is to help a good lot of jo hoi polloi out to the electronics store to partake in some asinine & petty second Christmas windfall scenario; in lieu of paying down their heating bill or mortgage…or buying a bag of good or tenable beanstalk beans at least.  It’s a peace offering, man, a spoon full of sugar, not an economy stimulus.  An economy stimulus would be to vitally revamp the tax laws to the bone, yo, lower taxation across the board to the general hoi polloi by a good meaningful 20% or better (invest better in America as a Whole), while bringing the taxes of the mondo-riche (who can afford it plenty, babe, without even feeling the common man's sting) up to an even-Steven percentage par to the middle-citizenry of this fine…but oft-faltering union; quit spending money the country doesn’t have to make money that is pocketed by some salts with spensive ties & a penchant to be freakishly on the take all the time, far, too far past civics.  Sisyphus:  Reissue the gold the forefathers scarf from the farmers and laborers all those years ago, or some such monumental restructuring of tangible, meaningful, livelihoods ~~ fair is fair; …uh…build a big building to house all the bankers who cannot/will-not play on a fair-handed ballfield with the rest of the people who span this weary planet usurped by the bullies and the egoistic, let them play Deluxe Monopoly in luxury and emulsification  for the duration: call it Fletcher’s Memorial Home (thank you for the suggestion, Roger Waters), and then have a big rap party at your ranch, PBr, for all the real (hello, Martini, these are the real people) that you and your radio godz apparently don’t realize actually exist.  Hey, I get it, I think, Pat: go along and get along.  That way when they crown the king, you can perhaps rise to the status of brain trust, in good standing.  Groovy.  But the bodies are burning…and it’s partly on your hands and partly on mine, but it’s also partly on the soles of your feet because you are dancing in it.  Hey, as people we live and as people we die.  I don’t know for sure what’s right, sir, …but I do know what I think.  The Aussies, I believe, have called it Fair Dinkum in good company.

But, no, that cannot happen, it’s a pipe dream?  Or perhaps a pong dream, any sort of surf dream or roadworker dream or the hrs. between wake-up & go to sleep on any given day?  Just simply a liberal notion (It’s not though, really, because twas a midler bloke, me, who suggested it; somebody who makes both conservative and liberal decisions each and o’er every human day because there’s a hope that those I walk with are on the salad days end of relatively sane and responsible for both liberal and conservative judgment calls as 8 living breathing, sentient, beings; i.e., like, …hey man, I swim and float and meditate like a vapor upon the cool dreamscape molecules, …but I also clean and disinfect the pool to be prudent, and ask the kids to learn to both swim and rescue as a side-study 2b of service), boastful of ur cordial demeanor as a countryman, worthy of ur glorious conflict as a trait, prepared to bear the consequnses of both staples.. 

That it iz ye fair dinkum true, good bloke, then, so be it and let’s get on with something.   Or not & coexist.   

  Peace & Prosperity, You ol’ Codger, You,

 mbear

P.S.  ….heheh, just riffing, …fodder to a grain-of-salt @ best ~~ if you even make it this far….