We’re just a bunch of ignorant people, unable to understand the world around us, says this guy in the NYT, under the caption Contemplating the Boobs We Were.

[A] year-end toast to us all — the boobs and easy marks who from time immemorial have mastered the art of buying high and selling low, investing in bubbles as transparent as an open window, making crashes and swindles as much a part of the human experience as love, vanity and bad breath.

Everywhere you look, you see these bad-breathed boobs. Here’s a couple saving for the down payment on a house, staring at a mutual fund statement with a balance 35% lower. That’s jolly. Here’s a two-income family with credit card debt, a house mortgage, and two financed cars, easily able to handle their obligations. One of them gets sick, and they eat up their savings, trying to hang on. Now they’re broke. What a pair of sillies. Here we see a contractor who made a bunch of money in the good times, and plowed it back into the business. Now there’s no business. Very amusing, no?

This one’s a real belly laugh:

Recently laid off from a job building trailers in Elkhart, Ind., Mr. Johnson came up a dollar short at Martin’s Supermarket last month when he went to buy a $4.99 bottle of sleep medication. So, “for some stupid reason,” he tried to shoplift it and was immediately arrested.

Mr. Johnson, who was arrested last month, said that after being laid off from his $20-an-hour job at a trailer factory a year ago, he took a job for $6.55 an hour at McDonald’s. Six months later, he was laid off and has not been able to find a job since.

He and his two small children rely on his wife’s minimum-wage job at Wal-Mart, groceries from a food bank and help from his mother, he said.

Maybe it was just fate, bound to happen, says this investment adviser. A credit crisis came along, as happens all the time, and those holding the right securities (the ones he recommended?) did well.

No two market environments are identical, of course, but there is plenty of precedent for the credit crisis of the last 18 months — and for its profound effects on the stock and bond markets.

Sure enough, some people are fated to make a fortune. IndyMac is about to be sold by the FDIC. A group of former Lehman Bros. bankers who caught on with the government put this deal together, and lots of people are going to profit.

The deal is a coup for Dune Capital, founded in 2004 by ex-Goldman Sachs partners Steven Mnuchin and Daniel Niedich, and the other partners because they are picking up a solid bank on the cheap.

Paulson & Company, [another partner in the deal] led by John Paulson, has been one of the biggest winners in the subprime mortgage meltdown, having reaped billions of dollars by betting against risky home loans.

They’re buying a bank on the cheap? Why on the cheap? Is that the best we can do, hire a bunch of failures to sell banks to their buddies for whatever?

Not a problem, says Ben Stein, after quoting his “hero”, Bob Dylan:

We are more than our investments. We are more than the year-to-year or day-by-day changes in our net worth. We are what we do for charity. We are how we treat our family and friends. We are how we treat our dogs and cats. We are what we do for our community and our nation. If you had $100 million or $100,000 a year ago and now you have a lot less, you are still the same person.

Tell that Messrs. Mnuchin, Niedich and Paulson. Or tell it to Mr. Johnson, who is being prosecuted for shoplifting a five buck item.

This crash wasn’t just something that happened, just like Abu Ghraib and wiretapping didn’t just happen. It was the direct outcome of a series of decisions made by financial elites, just like torture and illegal spying were the direct result of decisions of political elites. But none of the people who caused these disasters are being prosecuted, because we don’t have the resources or the will. No one is protesting. No one is complaining. No one is demanding an investigation. No one is asking any questions. And when I say no one, I mean no president or president-elect, no congressman, no senator, no regulator, no prosecutor, no newspaper, no columnist, no TV talking head.

I’ve got some Dylan for those elites:

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul