RIP Barney Frank: The Guy Who Helped Print All That Money Finally Kicks the Bucket at 86
Liberal icon and Dodd-Frank architect exits stage left, leaving behind a financial system held together with duct tape and prayers.

So, Barney Frank, the dude who practically invented modern monetary theory before it was cool (or, you know, not a disaster), finally shuffled off this mortal coil Tuesday night at his home at the ripe old age of 86. Word from the NPR crowd is he was chilling in hospice care, dealing with a busted ticker.
This is the guy who helped unleash the Kraken that is Dodd-Frank. You know, that 'reform' bill that was supposed to fix Wall Street but mostly just made it harder for your grandma to refinance her mortgage? Yeah, that was his baby.
In his own words, his biggest regret? Not coming out sooner. Buddy, with the kind of financial shenanigans you oversaw, maybe staying in the closet was the least of your worries.
He leaves behind his husband, Jim Ready, and a whole lotta economic anxiety. He also had some parting words for the Democrats. Apparently, Barney thought they should stop with the woke virtue signaling and focus on the economy. Funny, considering he helped create the economic mess we're in.
Frank's entire career was basically a masterclass in government overreach. He thought he could regulate his way to prosperity. Instead, we got a bloated bureaucracy and a financial system more rigged than a carnival game.
Let's be real, Dodd-Frank was basically a Band-Aid on a gaping wound. It made banks bigger and more powerful, and it did jack squat to prevent the next crisis. All it did was create a cottage industry of compliance officers.
And now he's gone. The guy who thought he could outsmart the free market. The guy who helped pave the way for endless money printing. The guy who thought regulations were the answer to everything.
But hey, at least he lived long enough to see inflation go brrr. Thanks, Barney.
Look, maybe he meant well. Maybe he genuinely thought he was helping people. But intentions don't pave roads, and they sure as hell don't balance budgets.
So, pour one out for Barney Frank. Or don't. Whatever. The world keeps spinning, the money keeps printing, and the national debt keeps climbing. At least he's not around to see it get even worse… or maybe he is. Who knows?
Anyway, details about the woke memorial service or whatever will probably be released soon. Time to fire up the grill and crack open a cold one. And maybe short the market a little.

