Speaking of dogs, they love them here in Buenos Aires, a huge plus from where I stand although I do have to be careful where I step since the city’s residents aren’t keen on picking up their beloved pets’ end products which, for some reason, reminds me all over again of the bailout, a ghastly amount of steaming hot Fed fiat money steam shoveled to, and benefiting only, the avaricious jackals who gleefully stacked the deck of America’s house-of-cards economy as high as possible before even the lackiest of lackeys could no longer deny the flimsiness of the laughably-named “free market.”
