See Alice?

The brilliant journalist Barbara Ehrenreich opined recently [] and hilariously, “With all the talk about how to stimulate it, you’d think that the economy is a giant clitoris.” She says in “Clitoral Economics” that the challenge for the Fed’s Ben Bernanke is “how best to get the economy engorged and throbbing again.”
Ain’t gonna happen with that stubbly beard.
While the island of Manhattan fantasizes itself the epi-center of the financial world and does indeed look clitoral nestled between the vulvar folds of New Jersey and Long Island, this economy has nothing to do with that sweet bud of pleasure.
This economy, shrunken from an addiction to the steroids of tax cuts, a dependence on the acujack of sub-prime mortgages and the Viagra of war spending, is more penile than clitoral. How’s that for a gender card? And what goes up must come down. Except that we’ve been the main party animal/sex addict at the global orgy and when we step out of the daisy chain to get some lube or take a nap, everybody gets freaked.
This is so much fun. I’ve got a million of ‘em. Is that a stimulus package or are you just happy to see me? You know the wide stance joke is coming. If it’s been up more than four years, call your doctor.
Unless it’s President Curveball. Instead of putting money into unemployment insurance, or into states to help them balance budgets, which they must do, unlike some people I know, George is giving everybody a parting rebate check, like it’s his money he’s throwing around. And he’s giving that post-911 spiel about going out and buying more mountains of things. It’s patriotic.
Sometimes I don’t know whether to laugh, cry or burn the furniture.