The Fed will spray the dollars around the world via swap lines with other central banks who can then auction them in their own markets.

It’s the end of the world as we bow-chicka-wow-wow know it…

Central Banks Offer Extra Funds to Calm Money Markets [Bloomberg]

As we were about to say last Sunday before we got tired of sounding like an oracle and spiked the post, this might be the most critical week of the election: the week the caricatures settle in.

Events overtook our discussion anyway. Who cares what Sarah told Charlie? That’s a pre-9/15 attitude in a post-9/15 world. The past keeps disappearing at an alarming rate this season, and we’re sure something will happen this afternoon that makes us forget this morning. And whatever it is, Geezer will promise to reform that too, just after he tells us not worry about it.

But despite our admonition to not pay attention, we do peek at polls occasionally, especially if they promise to enlighten us beyond who leads among 1,100 adults stupid enough to answer the phone.

Even if takes — let’s see — seven grafs to find what we’re looking for.

And sure enough, what we find is this: Nothing has changed. Including the fact that everyone continues to ignore the only consistent statistic all year: your age.

If you’re under 45, odds are 3-2 you support Obama. If you’re over 65, the odds reverse. In between, even. You can chart that with a ruler, left to right.

This election is a war on Boomers, and it has been from the start. Sarah Palin didn’t change that, probably because anyone her age or younger can see what an idiot she is without the intercession of Uncle Charlie.

Everything else is a smokescreen, mildly interesting chatter at best. If you expect to live until at least 2035, you’re voting for your future. If your chances of surviving McCain’s first term rival McCain’s, you’re begging for one more chance to fuck up the world royally before passing what’s left of it to the next generation.

McCain Seen as Less Likely to Bring Change, Poll Finds [NYT]

So, while we were bravely rescuing Cynics Party commenters from being cast adrift on an ice floe, apparently Geezer said the economy is sound, and then he didn’t, which was before or after he pulled a Gore and claimed squatter’s rights on the Crackberry, but definitely before Failed HP CEO Carly Fiorina said he doesn’t have the cojones to run a Fortune 500 company, while we discovered that Talibunny lurves them tanning beds, which makes the odds of Geezer croaking first from skin cancer less certain.

Oh, and Nader’s talking to parrots.

We give up. Just throw the election into a blender and we’ll check back later.

Nader. Parrot. Awesome.

Sure, we could blame it on a malfunctioning database, but who are we kidding: It’s you, taking your vengeance on our groundbreaking series of posts, “Sarah Palin: Get Over Yourselves, She Can’t Be That Bad.” You’re dumbstruck by our sudden advocacy of plucky personality politics, and rather than comment, you’re acting like a sulky bunch of goth kids.

Well, fine. Until you grow up enough to treat us with some level of respect and deference, we’ll just leave the comments broken, and you can spend the day with the whiners at Kos and TPM. Then you’ll come back on your knees, begging us to fix the comments, and maybe we will if your anguish pleases us.

And maybe we will anyway. Soon as we figure out how.

Fannie and Freddie? So last week. Yesterday it was Lehman Brothers going down, Merrill Lynch being sucked up by Bank of America, and AIG holding a $40 billion gun to the head of the Fed.

That would be AIG, “the nation’s largest insurer”, collapsing by Wednesday if its credit rating slips a notch this morning.

And all because you — yes, you — took out an exploding mortgage to pay for your exploding credit-card debt to cover your exploding student loans to get into a good college so you could enjoy financial freedom for the rest of your life.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

A Chaotic Sunday Opens Wall Street’s Week [WSJ]

Last night’s SNL debut was enjoyed by everyone watching on Sarah Palin’s jet. Well, almost everyone:

There were howls of laughter from the sizeable press corps covering Palin’s first foray on the campaign trail without her running man as a chaperone.

But, from the front of the plane, silence. The flight attendants assured us Palin and her entourage were watching. What she thought, though, is anybody’s guess.

Quick-thinking campaign operatives picked up on Chicago Bureau’s remark and issued a release claiming the front-cabin silence stemmed from the following 85 minutes, not the first five.

Live From New York, It’s Sarah (Tiny Fey) Palin! [ABC]