What would we do without bean-counters?
Seriously. The guy who does my taxes (and advises me to save for a rainy day) is a genial guy who's worked for the IRS as well as a few noteworthy accounting firms. He's a CPA, and last I checked, you can't get one of those in a box of cereal.
Can we at least make a distinction between genuinely concerned, talented and educated accountants, many of whom are CPA's, charged with protecting our assets by diligently watching the books and making sure all the numbers add up and those carpetbaggers who've helped to drive the radio industry into the ground by means of greed and abject ignorance?
And upon checking our 401(k)'s, we might be surprised to find that some of the funds we hold may own a (small) piece of a hedge fund or lending institution (charging usery rates) that got its nose a little too close to the wringer.
I'm at the point of believing we're all in this swamp together and we're all starting to stink like dogs. Of course, we don't stink as much as the bigger dogs.
Which brings me to a memorable quote from the esteemed playwright,
Oscar Wilde. One evening, after a night of carousing and binging, Wilde entered a carriage occupied by a few men and women considered to be pillars of the community. Detecting Mr. Wilde's pungent aroma, one of the women turned up her nose and said, "Sir, you smell!"
Wilde responded as only Wilde could, "Madam,
you smell... I stink!"