By Mark Drolette
Having (regrettably) spent much of my life in jingoistic ignorance, I never imagined I'd one day set foot in Argentina. Then again, I never imagined I'd witness an American administration whose death-dealing militarism and breathtaking corruption would dwarf those perpetrated by even the worst Latin American dictatorship, so there you are.
And, well, here I am, visiting the grand city of Buenos Aires, and just in time, too, to catch on Argentine TV the long, sad faces of investment banker after investment banker insisting a $700 billion giveaway to America's richest was what must be done, had to be done, to save the U.S. economy. And here I also am just in time to see Congress members predictably scream there'd be a bailout over their dead bodies (hmm…) before they just as predictably rubber stamped that puppy.
