Mizz Snarkity Snark has overheard from Captain Obvious that it is time to pay the FEMA piper for the dance Mizz Sandy attended last week on the Eastern Seaboard.
It’s called Disaster Preparedness for a reason. We need to be Prepared for Disasters, up to and including replays of the Great Flood.
Funds are supposed to come in from the Federal budget to keep that bucket from running dry, no? The Federal gummint gets all pissy when MSS doesn’t send in HER share to the bucket on time, that’s for sure. So MSS feels like the Federal gummint should hold up at least part of its end of the deal.
Now, however, the day before the Presidential Election in these United States of Still-Swimming Out of Disaster, our beloved Texas-sized Congressman Ron Paul (this week’s holder of the Captain Obvious scepter and wand) announces how much FEMA assistance is going to set back Americans in terms of the impact to inflation by that FEMA assistance.
Warning: Fiscal Double-Talk Ahead
Now, it’s only going to cost somewhere between $20 and, let’s say, $100 billion. Yes, that’s a B. Billion. Not a T, Trillion, or we’d be in all sorts of trouble.
Soon we are going to have to have a new currency word. Trillion is already losing some of its shock ‘n awe flavor. Quadrillion doesn’t feel like it needs to seem real yet, though it could be close and who’d tell us, mm? Tribbillion sounds like a bad Star Trek episode. Which means, of course, that Spocktillion is right out.
Mizz Snarkity Snark would like each of you to resist shouting at the top of your lungs, “SAY WHAT!?”
Much love to each of you. Much more was said but evaporated into the ether that is the Interwebs.