I’ve been bitching about Tim Geithner more or less for the life of this blog.* Somehow, the guy always rubs me the wrong way. Well, he’s at it again, as described in this post by Politico’s Anna Palmer:
Treasury Secretary Timothy Geithner called together top officials from U.S. business groups Monday for a last minute rally to get the debt ceiling bill passed.
An executive familiar with the meeting described it as “rah rah for getting the debt ceiling done.”
This was the second such meeting with Geithner and business groups in recent weeks.
One can imagine Tim working the crowd, passing out the croissants and the praise:
“Hey, Bob, great to see you! Glad you could make it! How’s that son of yours at Harvard?
“Jim! We’ve got to get some court time! How’s that backhand?”
“Rob! Nice merger! And they said greenmail was dead!”
Excuse me for being a hick, Tim, but wasn’t the idea that you would kiss up to these guys 24/7, and then when the shit hit the fan (which was roughly three months ago) your Wall Street buddies would be on the phones to Boehner, Cantor, and all of the rest of those Republican pricks, telling them “Listen, you pass a clean bill or you’re dead”? Wasn’t that the idea, Tim? So why are you on your hands and knees, begging for a crumb, when the idea was that they would give you the whole cake? Do you ever get the feeling, Tim, that you’re being treated like a servant? Because you are one?
*Go here, here, and here, if for some compulsive reason you really want to keep track, but you’ll have to do some digging, because the Geithner-hatin’ passages don’t really leap out at you.
