Dear oh dear, an entire month with nary a blog post. I could blame all of my friends for getting married this summer, but in addition to being uncharitable, even if I were less busy, I'd be just as reluctant to write.
The political situation is too depressing to dwell on. Obama hasn't the foggiest idea of how to right the economic ship, but Romney is likewise ignorant, and possibly even more loathsome. There isn't anything about him which is genuine; at least Barry likes golf and basketball, which makes him nominally relatable. Romney likes... power, and reading opinion polls to determine what he should say so as to obtain his favorite thing. He also likes Israel, which is fine, but chickenhawk overcompensation tends to lead to wars, so I'd prefer he leave the Jews to themselves.
Eventually, Congress will have to figure out what to do about the pending tax increases, and squabble until the last possible moment before raising the debt ceiling again. But until that happens, Washington is boring, boring, boring. So one watches the market to see if the ECB or the Fed will print the money to fix everyone's problems for the eleventh time in the last four years.
Back to the books I suppose.