Posts Tagged ‘Vanity Fair’

***Disclaimer: I in no way know EVERYTHING about the national debt, and what I do know is very little. So, while reading this, take it with a grain of salt. I’m basically ranting and trying to wrap my mind around such a huge sum of money. Thanks.***

First and foremost, I would like to thank President Bush for the lovely national debt estimated to be ALMOST 10 TRILLION DOLLARS by 2 a.m. this morning.

Oh, by the way, what did you do with all of that? Presidential campaigns? The Iraq War? Oh, and why are we over there again? Oh, yeah, to press our beliefs on them to maybe make their lives better because the American way is the best way, right? O.K. As long as we’re clear on that issue.

Oh, and how is that going to be PAID OFF? How do you PAY OFF TEN TRILLION DOLLARS??
Just wondering.

As if the average American citizen isn’t poor enough, as if we’re not already heading for a recession, as if a good portion of the population doesn’t depend on overpriced gas (and where to find the cheapest gas for a gallon), bread, milk, future rent, college education (but can you really put a price on education?), etc.

Nah, we, the American citizens, can pay it off. Don’t worry, George. We’ve got your back, because we have that much money to throw around.

Now, that I have that part out of the way, here are some stats to glare at:
If my source is right, every day $1.59 million has been added since September 2007.
That calculates to:

  • $66,250 an hour…
  • $1,104.16 a minute…
  • …and $18.40 a second.

According to a letter to the editor in Vanity Fair’s last issue regarding Bush’s $3.1 trillion budget, if a person gave another $100 million a day and told him or her to spend every penny until the entire $3 trillion was spent, it would take that person 82 years to spend all of that money. Now, let’s take it down to giving the lucky one $1 million a day. Then, it would take that person over eight thousand years to completely spend $3 trillion.

I have a hard time spending $200 a day, even when I can afford it (but given $100 million a day I’ll guarantee you I’ll find a way to spend it somehow.).

So, thank you President Bush, echoing Graydon Carter, editor of Vanity Fair, for leaving the Oval Office “much like a toddler would leave a dirty diaper.” At least you left one thing Americans cherish somewhat pristine and untouched, the Patriot Act aside: freedom of speech and press.

Thank you.

Read Full Post »

With the end of my first year at school quickly coming to a close, I’m finding myself getting frantic once more.

The end of classes mean finals. The end of the school year means what the heck is The Daily Beacon and Tennessee Journalist going to write about? The end of the school year also means much shorter deadlines, and, if you don’t write the articles and get them in before April 24, they won’t be published. And that means less exposure to potential employers…. not exactly what I want.

The end of the school year also also means moving out of the dorms and into another apartment, which means paying rent, which means finding a job that pays more than just minimum wage with more hours, all the while keeping up grades in math classes over the summer. Bah.

Sound fun? You’re smoking crack if you think it does. Perhaps I need a hit of it, just to get me through it all.

Or not.

Let’s not throw in trying to coax professors to let you into their superior classes, either. Especially when you’re not majoring in that department, or have at least 3 years ahead of you to get them later. They don’t care. Dang big university.

Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth all the trouble, then I think that I could easily be working in Wartburg at Partner’s living off tips of one dollar a table instead of challenging myself to reach the goals I’ve set so high.

I’m supposed to get an internship at Teen Vogue, Elle, Vanity Fair or Marie Claire, dadgumit. And I’m going to get there, and no one… NO ONE will stop me.

Except the editors of those prestigious magazines… maybe them. But mark my words, I’ll be living in NYC even if I’m just an artistic hobo living on the streets. At least I’m there. Maybe I’ll be discovered while starving to death and become a model, earning millions just by walking down a catwalk in $1,000+ clothing. Effortless.

How awesome would that be? Oh yeah, you’re jealous now. I can tell.

Whatever it be that I choose to do, to become, to write, I’m sure it’s going to serve a purpose in God’s divine plan for my life. The trick is, I just got to figure out what it is…

Could someone give me his number? E-mail? I’d appreciate it. Thanks.

Have a great day, guys. And for those of you choosing to read my blogs, thanks. It makes my day when I see that people really do read this thing, kind of like someone is listening.

I appreciate it. 🙂 It’s for, and because of, people like you that I keep writing.

Read Full Post »