Maybe home prices will rise again and banks will actually start financing purchases of places to live.
Maybe jobs will venture out of the horizon like ghost riders in the sky.
We got a lot of “maybes” out of President Barack Obama’s State of the Union Speech Thursday night. We got a bunch of other maybes too from the Republican response to the President and then from the Tea Party Response to the Republican Response to the President’s remarks.
We haven’t heard this many “maybes” since virgins on a prom night.
Maybe things are getting better. That’s what the official numbers say — if you take them at face value.
But if you look a little harder at the numbers you find a lot a caveats among the maybes. Maybe if the Chinese come through with promised investments, maybe if the Arabs kick in a few bucks here and there, maybe if some unions make the right concessions — even if we’re not sure who they will be right for and whether or not those concessions go for jobs here or overseas. All these maybes add up to a possible economic recovery.
Congress still has to do something with the national debt,the Pentagon still has to find the money to pay for various ways to kill people and the weather has to do its part by not getting out of hand and messing things up with storms and disasters that destroy crops, drive up prices and screw around with the food supply.
We’ve already seen some of that with $3 a gallon plus prices at the tank and the weather didn’t have a damn thing to do with that. That price increase was good, old-fashioned price gouging — nothing more, nothing less.
So instead of a “State of the Union,” we got a “Maybe the future of the union,”
which is the best we can hope for anyway. Such speeches stopped being real “State of the Union” reports a a long time ago — if indeed they were were more than a glorified round of back slapping that allowed the party in power to take credit for anything that might have accidently gone right while the opposition party blamed the ones in power for everything that went wrong for the previous 12 months.
State of the Union? There isn’t one. Never has been. All we have to glean from these piles of propaganda is another year of accidental survival at the hands of amateurs who don’t have the slightest idea what they did, now they did it or how they managed to pull it off without everyone else knowing they were winging it anyway.
Pilots, at the end of a flight, often look back at their plane, smile and say “well, walked away from another one.”
That’s the state of America’s union. In spite of everything, we managed to walk away from another one.
And no one has the slightest idea how.