Today's Thursday and I want to make you cry. Not some sad song of lost love or lost youth. Not some lamentation for a forgotten friend or for the young man cut down in the prime of his life.

No, I got some sadness that'll grow hair on your head. Make you crawl back to bed. Look to upping your Xanax dosage.

The US auto companies are asking us for their help.

A couple of years back, I was at Barnes and Nobles on a Friday night. There was a lady wandering the parking lot with a sad story to tell. She was crying, blubbering about her daughter. She asked me for some money for the bus to get to her. "Sure," I replied and gave her a five to help her on her way. The next week I run into her again. She's crying again giving the same spiel. "I heard this one last week, lady," I say angry that I was suckered the week before.

That's just sad. Like the woes of GM.

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