A police officer in a small town stopped a motorist who was speeding down Main Street.
‘But officer, ‘the man began, ‘I can explain.’

‘Quiet!’ snapped the officer.’ I’m going to let you spend the night in jail until the chief gets back.’
‘But, officer, I just wanted to say, ‘

‘And I said be quiet! you’re going to jail!’

A few hours later the officer looked in on his prisoner and said, ‘Lucky for you, the chief’s at his daughter’s wedding. he’ll be in a good mood when he gets back.’

‘Don’t count on it, ‘answered the guy in the cell.’ I’m the groom.’

Signs that you've had TOO MUCH Computing
You try to enter your password on the microwave.

You email your son in his room to tell him that dinner is ready, and he emails you back, "What's for dinner dad?"

The point in all this is that bailout money isn’t free. Somebody foots the bill. And that brings up an important question: Should we actually be giving MORE money to all the people who are best at LOSING money? Because that’s what the bailout efforts have accomplished so far.

It seems that it would make more sense to give money to people who know how to PROTECT money; who can invest it and use it to grow businesses and create real jobs (rather than fictitious government jobs paid for by wealth confiscation). Then again, it probably makes the most sense to just avoid bailouts altogether and stop confiscating all this money from people in the first place.

Do not fall for the fallacy that bailout money is free. Someone pays. And if you’re working for a living, the sad truth is that ultimately YOU pay.

It is my belief that no nation can survive the financial ignorance of its people.

Richard, a fresher, at USC [University of Southern California] ‘phoned his Mother one evening from his college room and asked her for some money because he was flat broke.

His Mother sighed, ‘OK, Richard. I will send you some money. Then she added, ‘Oh by the way, you also left your economics book here when you visited two weeks ago. Do you want me to send that up too?’

‘Ummm, oh yeah, you better, yes, OK,’ Richard replied vaguely.

So his Mum wrapped the book along with the cheques in a package, kissed Dad goodbye, and went to the post office to mail the money and the book. When she returned, Dad inquired, ‘Well how much did you give the boy this time?’

‘Oh, I wrote two cheques, one for $20, and the other for $1,000 out to him.’

‘That’s $1020!’ yelled Dad, ‘Are you mad, have you gone totally bonkers?’

‘Don’t worry darling,’ Richard’s Mother answered with a wide grin, ‘I taped the $20 cheque to the cover of his book, but I put the $1,000 one somewhere between the pages in chapter 19!’