"The only regulation that works is failure"? "I'll buy you a big breakfast, just not your neighbor's mortgage"? One measly foot stomp? Come on Ricky. Remember when these things had a hint of authenticity? When you threatened to throw synthetic CDOs into Lake Michigan? When we actually believed you might give yourself a hernia? It's like you're not even trying anymore. Short-Sleeves Shirt shouldn't be laughing, he should be calling the cops.
Rick Santelli Is The Official Spirit Animal Of Trumponomics
So, yeah, we're existentially fucked.