In both senses, literal and figurative.
Literally, I’ve been down with a brutal stomach flu, hence no posts in the last few days. As luck would have it, my husband was out of town, so I was on my own with the kids, and pretty much let the three eldest run wild and trash the house, and only dragged myself out of bed when the baby needed to be fed or changed. At least I didn’t get sick at the same time the kids were sick (they had it in the days before I did), which is what happened last time.
Figuratively, this whole bail-out debacle is becoming a truly sick nightmare. I just got finished watching President Bush say in his news conference,
I’m a market-oriented guy, but not when faced with an international economic meltdown.
Or words to that effect; I typed it from memory after watching it on TV rather than getting it from an online transcript. But anyway, that was the gist of it. Sort of like saying,
I’m a Christian, except that I don’t go to church because I’d rather watch football on Sundays, I live with my girlfriend because I’m not ready to get married yet, and I don’t give anything to charity because I couldn’t afford a new Wii, i-pod and cell phone if I did.
Sort of like saying,
I believe in personal responsibility, except that I shouldn’t have to live like a pauper so I can pay off all this credit card debt I ran up buying clothes and electronics and restaurant meals and booze in bars.
This whole bail-out mess makes me feel almost as sick as the flu did. President Bush makes me feel sick when he spouts off about the free market even as his policies are undermining it faster than those of any president in U.S. history, Democrat or Republican. Treasury Secretary Paulson makes me feel sick just because he and I exist on the same planet. John McCain makes me feel sick because he jumped on the bail-out bandwagon instead of being a real maverick (I hate that word now) and denouncing it for the headlong dash down the slippery slope to socialism that it was. Every Republican in either house of Congress who voted for either one of the bail-out bills makes me sick. Just about all of the talking heads on TV news — with the exception of the incredibly insightful and brilliant Neil Cavuto — make me sick for not calling a spade a spade.
I need to go lie down. I’m not sure if it’s the tail end of the virus or the toxic economic poison that’s doing it, but I really do feel sick.