HARK!

Hark! Who ventures through these dank mists? Hail! 'Tis noble Alex! What brings thee to this dreary place? 'Tis talk of a quarter, perchance a half, me hopes a point. But sooth! Our foes would have us believe that a mere quarter would sink our nation into inflation, unemployment, or both. What say you? Fear not. Our great nation has withstood the pestilences of the past fifty years. Have we not slain the ghost of that double-speak, Greenspan? Stand up, brother Hamilton in defiance. Proclaim our paper to be money good that our economy is the best in the world--our confidence in master Bernanke is steadfast. Defeat the Keynesian dragons that I may sleep--perhaps to dream of that shining city atop the hill.