...and I feel fine
As for me, I'm cool. You know, during the Great Depression, they asked some black folk about the economic woes. To paraphrase, one guy said something like "What depression? I just white folk as poor as I am now." Well, I don't have a mortgage, as it would have been irresponsible to have taken one out in our situation, so I can't really feel sorry for the soft-skulled suburbanites who didn't read the fine print and might have to---gasp---move back into an apartment. The same goes for Wall Street. These assholes have been trying to jack my interest rate for years, thinking that I wouldn't call and bitch out their outsourced underlings at the call centers in India, DC, and Appalachia. Now I'm supposed to give a fuck when these guys get their come-uppins? Hell no.
It might be the end of y'all's world (but, hell, I feel fine).