I’m suffering flu-like symptoms: economic depression is punishing me with fever; continuous war has afflicted me with a hacking cough; today, in the unemployment line, I started sneezing spasmodically when told of health, energy and education crises.
“Bail me out!” Please send greenbacks. I’ll also accept your gold wedding bands. Do not mail any Fed securities guaranteeing me the servitude of your progeny — that promissory-paper President Obama so recklessly spends.
Bruce Q. Hill
Monroe
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