Mystery Solitaire: Secret Island

You know there is a lot of kind of dark humor about this, no doubt about it. I like Calvin Trillin's poems, and economic ciirss cartoons in the New Yorker. I've had some twisted laughs, I admit that. But when I think of blue-collar people who lost their jobs in California and therefore couldn't make their mortgage payment and therefore lost their house, or think about the black family in Cleveland who was making consistent monthly payments on their apartment, but were thrown out because their landlord went under, or think about some family in Miami Florida living in an abandoned home with their children because they have no other place to go, and they keep wondering when the police will be knocking on the door, the chuckles just don't come so easily. And I wonder what their resume looks like now because some people don't have the Plan B of law school.My father had problems finding a job for a segment of time in the 1980 s. And when you're eating generic brand macaroni and cheese on odd days of the week and canned pork and beans on even days of the week, life just isn't such a barrel of laughs.So when I think of guys like Barney Frank (who doesn't seem to be taking reform of derivatives too seriously now) or Phil Gramm who made swaps unregulated, or James Cayne playing bridge in Nashville, or some of AIG's creditors hesitating to take a haircut with America's entire economy riding in the balance . Pent-up rage really doesn't describe the half of it.