The Financial Crisis No One Is Talking About

Up here in Mt Pleasant, a few short miles from the suits and stiffs down on Constitution Ave., there's another kind of crisis going on. While they're worrying about the scotch-drinking American Psychos conspiring to get the Feds to pay them for ruining the economy, there are some stinking crazy people up here, on DC's other hill, who don't have three dollars in quarters to buy some food. Stuff has gotten really expensive and really tense at local bodegas. Even the local white hippies are pulling at their coiffed dread-locks over a carton of milk. I don't know why our prices seem so high up here, or maybe America's karma has just roundly gone crazy, but people should start opening their eyes and realizing that this thing is more than about Wall Street or Main Street (who even lives there any more?). Mount Pleasant isn't, anymore.