Gormogon operative G.D. writes in concerning ‘Puter’s post on foreclosures from his undercover posting as an usher at the Globe Theatre in Stratford-upon-Avon. Thus spake G.D.:

Oh, wisest of all ‘puters, I couldn’t agree more. Ultimately, people need to understand that everyone doesn’t “get” a house. Also, everyone doesn’t “need” or “deserve” a house, some people will live in apartments… and that is OK. If you can’t afford a house and the payment, maybe you shouldn’t sign up for one. Is it sad and unfortunate that Grandma and the 3 grandkids cares for are getting evicted? Yes… sure. But shame on the bank for making a loan that they KNEW she could ill-afford to pay back and shame on her for signing up for it. Same for the folks that suffer through layoffs. Good financial planning dictates you have 3-6 months of expenses in CASH. If you don’t, and you are living hand-to-mouth, then lose your job… I’m sorry, you don’t get to keep your (well, really, the bank’s) stuff! Unfortunately, liberals are the most codependent enablers of all species… determined to keep rewarding bad behavior with no consequences.

It’s always nice to lead one’s email with a reference to the unquestioned superior wisdom of your Gormogons. And yes, ‘Puter agrees with much of G.D.’s take on the issue. Too many people bought too much stuff with other people’s money and were shocked –shocked! — when called on to repay their just debts.

However, ‘Puter would quibble slightly with the notion that liberals are “determined to keep rewarding bad behavior with no counsequences (sic).” ‘Puter agrees that the moral hazard described by G.D. is in fact the direct result of liberal policies; however, ‘Puter’s not entirely certain that’s the liberals’ intent.

‘Puter thinks that these awful programs are initially well-intentioned, and a direct result of the prevailing liberal view of government. That is, the government is there to protect us from our own failings, much like a giant Mommy composed of incompetent bureaucrats and indecipherable regulations. Liberals believe as an article of faith in the unlimited power of government. There is no perceived problem or indignity too big (or too small) for the government to handle. There’s a government program just waiting to cure our every ill. And nothing bad that happens to us is ever our fault. Fixing all of America’s wrongs (actual and perceived) is simply a matter of applying liberals’ self-proclaimed genius along with taxpayer money to the problem, and before you know it, everything’s better. At least that’s what President Obama and every Democrat since FDR has been telling us.

Except reality never seems to work out according to the liberal’s meme. The only folks who ever actually end up better off under liberals’ grand schemes are liberals politicians, along with their dependents, sycophants and enablers. The rest of America gets stuck cleaning up the mess and footing the bill.

'Puter

Always right, unless he isn’t, the infallible Ghettoputer F. X. Gormogons claims to be an in-law of the Volgi, although no one really believes this.

’Puter carefully follows economic and financial trends, legal affairs, and serves as the Gormogons’ financial and legal advisor. He successfully defended us against a lawsuit from a liquor distributor worth hundreds of thousands of dollars in unpaid deliveries of bootleg shandies.

The Geep has an IQ so high it is untestable and attempts to measure it have resulted in dangerously unstable results as well as injuries to researchers. Coincidentally, he publishes intelligence tests as a side gig.

His sarcasm is so highly developed it borders on the psychic, and he is often able to insult a person even before meeting them. ’Puter enjoys hunting small game with 000 slugs and punt guns, correcting homilies in real time at Mass, and undermining unions. ’Puter likes to wear a hockey mask and carry an axe into public campgrounds, where he bursts into people’s tents and screams. As you might expect, he has been shot several times but remains completely undeterred.

He assures us that his obsessive fawning over news stories involving women teachers sleeping with young students is not Freudian in any way, although he admits something similar once happened to him. Uniquely, ’Puter is unable to speak, read, or write Russian, but he is able to sing it fluently.

Geep joined the order in the mid-1980s. He arrived at the Castle door with dozens of steamer trunks and an inarticulate hissing creature of astonishingly low intelligence he calls “Sleestak.” Ghettoputer appears to make his wishes known to Sleestak, although no one is sure whether this is the result of complex sign language, expert body posture reading, or simply beating Sleestak with a rubber mallet.

‘Puter suggests the Czar suck it.