(shhhh ... The One doesn't know what he's doing)

I realize that we're only two weeks into The One's presidency. (Have the oceans ceased to rise yet?) But, I sense a trend forming. AND IT SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME!

When BO propped up his Turbo Tax-challenged "financial whiz" for Treasury Secretary, I had a sneaking suspicion that The One had no fucking clue about economics, finance, Wall Street, or sub prime mortgages. My sinking feeling was that Geithner, the "wunderkind" who couldn't read the gazillion or so reminders from the IMF that he had to pay the taxes for which he'd requested reimbursement IN WRITING, was BO's great plan to save the US from bankruptcy. It looked to me like The One was outsourcing his economic plan to "an expert" because he couldn't tell a credit default swap from a swap meet. And, I believe I'm right.

That's not the scary part.

How many times have we been told by both Democrats and Republicans that Geithner is THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN SAVE THE ECONOMY? Yeah, well, it turns out he's been involved in every bad economic government decision made since Lehman's sent out a gold-threaded SOS this summer. Oops.

So, now I have a new sinking feeling. Maybe Geither has no fucking clue, either? Maybe he's just a pawn of the Wall Street crowd? Maybe he didn't pay his taxes because he's a tax cheat with a wonky moral compass instead of a wonk who can't read basic English? Maybe he subscribes to the Helmsley school of tax thought?

Let's recap:

1. President with the financial acumen of your average high school freshman but we taxpayers are the parents he's hitting up for cash.
2. Treasury Secretary who can't understand a form that says "you owe this much money."
3. Treasury Secretary who paid up his taxes when he got caught, not out of legal and moral obligation like the rest of us chumps. (Note to TG: there's no statute of limitations on owed taxes if you intentionally didn't pay what you owed.)
4. TS who has the financial acumen of your average college freshman but we taxpayers are the parents he's hitting up for cash to pay off his poker debts to pals Hank, Ben, Bob, and John.

Two weeks in may be a little early to panic. Or not. I'm switching to Panic Mode Plan M: First, we're going to need a harder mattress. Then I'm going to convert our savings into gold, silver and copper pipe, and stash it all between the box spring and the mattress until the economy recovers or we get an administration with a clue. Yeah, we better get used to sleeping with a piece of metal up our ... never mind. Many Americans are going to have that feeling soon.