For weeks now, Dean Baker has been sarcastically noting the apocalypse that news agencies like the Washington Post were predicting. Today, as I walked to the grocery store, I saw kids playing at the skateboard park—it was a nice day.
And yet: we had gone over the Fiscal Cliff! The sun shine?! The bird songs?! The utter lack of lakes of molten sulfur?! How could this be?!
So I decided to write to the brilliant Dr. Baker:
He responded in kind:
Donations can be sent to:
1611 Connecticut Avenue, NW Suite 400
Washington, DC 20009
Let’s all get through this together.