The stocks are falling! The stocks are falling!

Ever since we got together, he's been telling me that the US economy is screwed, we'll all be in the toilet in a matter of years and this economic turmoil is the perfect breeding ground for revolution. To such musings, I usually reply, "You know, that new skirt I bought will go really well with my hot pink shirt."

However, more than usual, he has been giving me evidence of his musings. The housing bubble popped, rents are coming down, the dollar is falling, all his friends in the financial world pulled their money out of the US markets and continue sending their sons to Princeton for free, his cronies are flapping their arms all about, watching markets in China expand and likely kick our ass in more than just the near future 2008 Olympics, it seems like yesterday I was in Beijing fending off cheaply made hats with insignia stiched in colorful, albeit misshapen rings--but I digress.

I am no ostrich, but when he goes on these rants, I ask him to translate it into terms of student loans, i.e. will I have to pay those fuckers? Luckily he tells me no, the dollar will drop so low that it will make the actual amount of my loans low as well. He said that it is better to be a debtor when the economy falls, which incidentally is also good news for my father and every other person I know.

Point being, every time he logs into Facebook, therein lies more information about the failing economy, descending line graphs give him wood, he practically jacks off the Economist. Oh my Marxist Little, running around university, squacking, the stocks are falling! the stocks are falling!