When you think about it, writers owe American bankers a big "thank you." American banks and the people who love them ruined our economy. Hedge funds, leveraged against unstable options imploded, catapulting us into (let's call it what it is) the Great Depression of the 21st Century. My mother warned me. She said my generation was headed for that destination arrived at most often by hand-basket. And she was right. Still, I hold no grudges against the criminals who control my destiny. If not for the many of us who are now unemployed, art would be dead. Think about it. Remember the anti-art movement of the late 20th Century? The way the radical right pounded the National Endowment for the Arts? Thanks to Sarah and her Tea Party, they have bigger fish to fry. Consider this - your ill-fated leisure feeds your curiosity creativity. Would you be reading this blog, writing your novel, considering your next essay if you were fully employed? Of course not.