Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Barbecue, Los Angeles Style

I can't believe TBO actually published this:
Next week, when Barney Frank starts hauling fat-cat CEOs before his House Financial Services Committee, I want him wearing a barbecue apron. Instead of a gavel, I want him wielding a barbecue fork the size of a trident. By the time the grilling's over, I want . . . I want a lot.

I want groveling. I want show-trial sweating and stammering. I want their nine-figure bonus checks endorsed over to the rest of us. I want my 401(k) money back. I want blood; I'm a vegetarian, but I'd make an exception for a smoking plate of CEO en brochette.

I don't know about you, but I'm a little peckish, myself.


  1. You bring the cole slaw, I'll bring the sauce.

  2. I'll bring some nice home-made rolls for sopping!