I’ve been researching the whole US financial crisis, and i believe i have achieved enough of an understanding to explain it in Dr. Seuss language to my european (or even american) friends who are curious what’s happening, but would like the short, simple version.
Here is that version:
The US Economic Meltdown According to Dr. Seuss:
Part 1
This is the story of Josephat Jones, who was tired of apartments, he wanted a home!
He had a small job, he had a big car, he’d only missed payments 4 times thus far.
So he marched down the street of the town of Poo-Pome, and into a bank and asked for loan.
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He met a nice man, named Smiley McHolmes, who carefully inspected Josephat Jones.
“Josephat, well, you’ve come for a loan, your credit is iffy, i want to say no
But i have a boss, Old Windbag McGrupp, who says that our bar should be lower, not up.
If we don’t give loans, or so i hear say, the market will drop, though not all the way.”
And so with a sigh he signed and some say, that Josephat’s credit grew 3 sizes that day.
So Josephat got his new house and he smiled, but alas, that’s not all, no, not by a mile…
Part 2
The Bank of Lehwamu, where Josephat Jones took out his new spiffified, spankified loan
Did not keep that loan, they did not do that, that loan would take Jo 20 years to pay back!
The bank could get all that money right now! But if Jo hasn’t paid it, you might ask then how?
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The Bank had some friends one of whom, Fannie Mae, came by just to visit at noon each Tuesday.
When Fannie would come, she’d go to McGrupp, and say “All of your loans, why I’LL buy them up!
“I’ll buy ‘em by hundreds, thousands, a score! I’ll pay some of the interest, perhaps even more,
“If Josephat’s paying you 13 percent, i’ll pay, let’s say 7 but no more than 10
“Those few extra percentiles can make me a bunch, can buy all my friends down on Wall Street some lunch!
“You’ll get your money, well most of it, now! Can i have the loans?” So McGrupp said “And how!”
And out of the bank Fannie hopped that Tuesday, with thousands of loans which to her would be payed.
Part 3
So Fannie went back, with home loans in hand, to her home far away in Big Bubble Land
In Big Bubble Land they all said “Hooray! What new loans did you bring to us here today?
“You’ve brought us now zillians, jillians, a score! The market keeps rising, money just pours!
“Who thought there’d be people still left to buy, this housing boom’s gone clear up to the sky.
“You’d think we’d run out of good borrowers some day, and the market would drop, though not all the way.
“So Fannie what loans have you brought us this day? You say lots and lots with variable rates?”
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Variable rates, my dear Reader Friend, are loans that don’t settle on just one percent
The percent could be 13, or 30, or 10, depends on the market, the weather, the Yen
When borrowers like our good friend old Jo, took out his nice mortgage, he thought even though
The rates might be high, next week they might shrink, and when he most liked them, he’d say “Stop! Ker-Plink!
My rate’s where i like it, so now on this day, I want to refinance, this time a FIXED rate!”
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So back to old Fannie, who had all those loans, but she didn’t keep them, no, on would they roam….
She took all the millions and jillians and more, and sold ‘em in bulk to investors galore!
Everyone’s buying and selling and Whee! The Market keeps growing, more high than a tree
And high’s the right word, for no one wanted down, they just kept on smoking their smoke by the pound.
Part 4
But oh my Dear Reader, I’m sorry to say, nothing can last, the good times can’t stay
Gas kept on rising, paychecks were tight, interest rates rose until one sad night
Josephat Jones, well, his variable rate, kept rising and rising, he just couldn’t pay!
“Holy Carumba! They said that this rate would fall where i liked it, not the opposite way!
“My paycheck’s not rising, but gas and my health and especially my mortgage is way out of bounds!
I can’t pay gosh darn it, i have to foreclose. This sucks, now i’m going to lose my new home!”
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And Josephat Jones, i am sorry to say, was not all alone in foreclosing that day.
Bunches more like him, thousands galore, could not pay their mortgage, no not one month more.
And so Fannie’s assets soon fell, but she said “My assets are still worth a jillian percent!
I’m still at the top of my big bubble pie! Keep buying! Keep lending! We’ll go past the sky!”
Oh yes they went upwards, but now it would seem, reality as they knew it was only a dream.
While Fannie and others (like Lehman and Fred) were blindly rejoicing, the loans were all dead.
The banks were foreclosing, homes were unfilled, their value went downwards, the market had chilled.
And all of those loans that Fannie had brayed to McGrupp to keep giving, they all went unpaid.
Those bundles of zillions and jillians of loans were not worth kabillions Dear Reader, HELL no.
Big Bubble Land, it had burst with a thud and Fannie and Lehman were face down in the mud
The market had stretched and had retched, but this day
The market it fell. This time, all the way.
You missed your calling. Screw that music crap, you need to do editorial poems. Does that job exist?
The only time I’m aware of its existing was in 1974 when Art Buchwald rewrote Dr. Seuss’ “Marvin K. Mooney” for Richard Nixon’s impending departure. Since I read that book to Nathan regularly, I took the liberty of rewriting it for the current incumbent:
The time has come.
The time is now.
Just go.
Go.
Go!
I don’t care how.
You can go by foot.
You can go by cow.
George W. Bush, will you please go now!
You can go on skates.
You can go on skis.
You can go in a hat.
But
Please go.
Please!
I don’t care.
You can go
By bike.
You can go
On a Zike-Bike
If you like.
If you like
You can go
In an old blue shoe.
Just go, go, GO!
Please do, do, DO!
George W. Bush, I don’t care how.
George W. Bush, will you please
GO NOW!
You can go on stilts.
You can go by fish.
You can go in a Crunk-Car
If you wish.
If you wish
You may go
By lion’s tail.
Or stamp yourself
And go by mail.
George W. Bush, don’t you know
The time has come
To go, go, GO!
Get on your way!
Please eorge-jay!
You might like going in a Zumble-Zay.
You can go by balloon . . .
Or broomstick.
Or
You can go by camel
In a bureau drawer.
You can go by bumble-boat
. . . or jet.
I don’t care how you go.
Just get!
George W. Bush, I don’t care how.
George W. Bush, will you please
GO NOW!
I said
GO
And
GO
I meant . . .
The time had come
So . . .
George WENT.
(now you say “George Wendt? Norm!!!!”)
Comment by matthew — October 1, 2008 @ 10:18 pm |
Right on!
Comment by Andrew — October 2, 2008 @ 9:38 am |