Day 3: I'm Not Sure This Thing's Gonna Work, Or At Least That's What Greenspan, That Underminery Twat Is Trying To Get Me To Think. He'd Love Nothing More Than To See Me Fail.

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Listen, I love the Beard. I do. There's something about him being this sweet little college professor dork, reading his texts from the Depression over at the National Archives, trying to use history to figure out how to fix this problem he inherited, all the while day dreaming about being back playing D&D with his academics. But what the christ is the point of him (and Bald, and Bushie) giving these speeches every other day? Do we really need to hear a millionth iteration of how we should be confident that they're going to fix things? I'm not saying I'm not confident, and sure, I'll get behind the Troika of B on this one but can we stop talking about what we're going to do and just do it already? No need for a play by play, unless of course it's marginally more interesting that the stuff they've been regurgitating. Like, "Day 2: Hank, Neel and I needed to blow off some steam so we went to one of those picture booth things, where it comes out on a long strip. Man, that was fun. We made the silliest faces. Later, at the carnival, there was a moment by the funnel cakes during which I actually thought those two were going to kiss, which shouldn't surprise anyone, them coming from Goldman and all but still. I felt a little left out. Tomorrow I'll wear something to catch HP's eye. I wonder if he knows Neel doesn't choose not to have facial hair, but lacks the ability to grow it."

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