Shut Up and Bail

“Well, well, well. Look what we got here, Mr. Geithner. A group a' disgrumpled Chrysler investors.”

“’Disgruntled’, Mr. Axelrod.”

“Yeh, dat too. So, youse bozos t’ink yer big men, eh? Biggest men in town, maybe? Even bigger dan de president, right? De boss asks ya for one little favor – swallow de equity dilution on yer invesments an’ cut a fat slice for de union boys – and whaddaya do? Ya get all stiff-necked, ya cry like babies what had dere rattles took away from ‘em. Kinda sad, ain’t it, Mr. Geithner?”

“It makes me wanna puke, Mr. Axelrod. I ain’t never seen such greed.”

“Yeh, greed, dat’s what it is. It’s un-American, I’d say.”

“’zactly, Mr. Axelrod. It’s like Natsi Germany or sump’n, jus’ like Rudolph Hitler.”

“Ya hear dat, boys? Tsk-tsk-tsk. Why, a suspicious man might even call yez enemies a’ de State. An ya know de funny t’ing about bein’ enemies a’ de State? Dey tend to have real bad luck. Like, maybe, dey get audited by Mr. Geithner, here, or de SEC finds out dey haven’t filled out some form in tripplecate an’ dey get fined.”

“Or maybe dere wheelchair gets too close to de stairwell, eh, Mr. Axelrod?”

“Heh-heh-heh! Oh, yeh, all kinda t’ings can happen, Mr. Geithner. But we don’t wanna be hasty. De boss is a good Joe. He’s still willin’ to give youse guys a chance to sign on de dotted line. Here… Ya need to borrow my pen?”

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(More on Obama's disastrous meddling in the auto industry at The Other McCain)