God help me, I don't know how Wolcott can stand to watch Kudlow, or any actor on the financial infotainment networks. (Incidentally, am I the only one who imagines that Kudlow is pinstriped even without his suit?) A man with the voice of an alien and the temperment of a homeless streetcorner reverend, Kudlow has never once been right about anything, except insofar as it is true that good cocaine can be totally fun. As with many so-called supply-side conservatives, he proposes that "market forces" determine imponderable business happenstances that are manifestly unrelated to any function of or input from the market, i.e. executive compensation. As with his free-market brethren, he spent the formative years of his career suckling at the public teat, working for the New York Fed and in various political offices before parachuting into Bear Stearns, where he did nothing of note but raid his own retirement account in order to buy blow. He became a Catholic while continuing to despise the poor, which seems about par for the apostolic course, and now he appears on TV to assure us that the market in which utter and absolute wisdom he believes is a schizophrenic paranoid that ducks and runs in terror at the slightest utterance from this or that politician. This strikes me as the best, funniest characteristic of our soi-disant capitalists. Like all human gods, the oceanic intelligence of their deity, when examined on the merits imputed to it by its worshippers, appears to be petty, vengeful, mercurial, and a little bit retarded.