Watch Cramer squirm, Listen to Cramer squeal. "Squeal Cramer, squeal!"

We've all heard the term "trickle down economics." It's that conservative theory that if you give our wealthiest Americans tax cuts, the benefits derived from further enriching the rich will gradually trickle down on the rest of us in a 10% chance of rain, late in the day. It's those little prosperity showers of defecation from the fat cats swimming above the rest of us that we down here in the bottom of the tank will gobble up. Trickle down or, as I like to call it "piss on you" economics originated under Ronald Reagan.

Obviously, Jim Cramer's juevos are in a vice and feeling the squeeze. Some of his Wall Street buddies are losing their jobs and he appears a little upset at the way our Fed Chairman is handling the pinch.

But after watching Cramer lose it on CNBC, I suspect there's another economic dynamic at work here. It's the economics that result when the nation succumbs to the theory of gravity that nothing escapes. And I'm going to call it "gush-up economics."

Just as we all partook of the crumbs tossed us while the nation's treasury of wealth was being stripped away by the "haves and have mores," there is now a new economics beginning and it's gushing up from the bottom to the big boys swimming above us. Watch Cramer squirm, hear Cramer squeal as the vice tightens around his juevos. "Squeal, Cramer, squeal!"

Gush-up is the economics of obscene impoverishment originating at the bottom and drifting upward. It is the inevitable result of obscene, unbridled trickle down "enrichment." Unfortunately, millions at the bottom of the tank will suffer the most, but it is considerate of us to offer to share our poverty with those who so generously shared their wealth with us.

After I saw primo capitalist Jim Cramer going insane on TV (ok, going more insane than usual), I was prompted to walk the two and 1/2 blocks down to my neighborhood freeway; to once more check out my future home under that freeway bridge.

Of course, Cramer doesn't really give a shit about me, Mrs. Dada, and millions of other Americans scrambling for a spot of shelter from the elements beneath a freeway bridge. I'm sure his concern is for his and his buddy's personal fortunes and asses being threatened by "How bad it is out there!"

But what's really shaken confidence in my future, aside from Jim Cramer's pain, is knowing how insecure one can be living under a bridge.