Birds and Bees and Fish on a Broken Dish!

0712/1802 Blue Skies SW10/15 95%H.
DOGS 11785 9183 1377 2942.Libor 24. Vix 18.

Greetings from the Hill.

Another beautiful day in paradise,
ninety percent humidity from
south west breezes over the Stream
makes breathing difficult...

The mood for blogging has turned
from outrage to resignation
as god's creatures become victims
in the evil pursuit of selfishness,
the irony of a middle class consumer
pursuing a lifestyle of the rich,
imagined in television commercials,
those thirty second fantasies
worked in one second brainwashes
now imploded into a nightmare
of life without...
"While 'they' have 'it' all!"

Has Obama amped up Homeland Security
to protect the thieving cheating few
from a hundred million screwed
by the financial engineers of fraud,
the traitor traders who sell every twenty seconds
something that isn't theirs...
"Electronic Fund Trading, hofuckingho,
just how long before a chinese computer
blows wind up Wall Street's ass!"

The bogus Asshole stands over his enemy
pretending peace, hope and harmony,
something recalled in the past...
CNBC cuts in with an ad
from Goldman Sachs then Caddilac...
the classics from Havana
play in the galley.

Kick the can down the Fed Street alley
hoping the MBS will fly out the holes,
disappearing into thin air
as magically as money
is created out of such air,
wonder of wonders,
Little Ben and his magic cape
with his secret trunk of tricks,
"Now, how secret is Zero Percent Interest,
tripled then leveraged ten to twenty times,
invested in Asian markets...
face facts, America is fucked, sold out
by the very agents of the government,"
growls the madone,
disgusted with cowardice.

"Where is the Voice of Opposition,"
roars the painter shuffling downstairs
for his morning cellphone shit.

Simply painting 'it' as 'it' is
might be a start...
rather than engineered pixels.

Ah, yes...the engineering class,
who left ideas for greed,
creating derivative products
and arcane exotic instruments of mystery
that confuse themselves,
but are nothing more than projections
based on full employment
and regular wage increases...
"Hey, you asshole economists at the Fed,
you have lied for five years
to protect the Banking Cabal,
lied since Jekyll Island
and not one exposed the Truth...
who holds your nuts!"
rages the oldman.

The very idea that the freedom exists
to pursue one's curiosity to a certain level
and then what..."Expose the Fraud and Lies,
uncover the schemers beneath the coverup,
after thievings are safely sequestered
in Cayman Caves or Satellite computers,
forget 'it'...drink beer and fart,"
the oldman was pumping up.

"Hey, oldman, remember selling mutual funds
for Chauncey Waddel and United Funds
when Johnson was President...
even an offer to go with Bernie Cornfield
and 'Fund of Funds'...
become a bigshot in Switzerland,
could have been a 'great one',"
laughed the madone recollecting
opportunities not pursued.

Just a very professional salesman
convincing others to do whatever
he wants them to do.

Until something changes the scorecard.

The opportunity to own a California Company
with a unique never been done before product,
represented by the best manufacturer's agency,
'love that walk to 225 Fifth Avenue',
relocated to Toronto for production,
shipped to Buffalo and duty paid,
and the marvel of a fledgling UPS.

"Zodiac notecards, dayglow flowered postcards,
and the round first class mail peace postcard,
all on a rotating counter rack
in boutiques, chain and department stores
as well as another fledgling...head shops,"
mused the oldman recollecting Nixon's first term,
before NAFTA and during Viet Nam.

President of California Graphics Limited,
exporting to the vast US Market...
an offer from Beatrice Foods for buyout,
but the world of posters beckons
and printed T shirts looked like fun,
importing shirts from Pakistan and China,
Romania and Mexico, even Poland...
"A diversified multinational conglomerate,
importing from the globalized world,
Canada had no' Communist Enemy'...
originating a unique financial success,"
smiled the oldman recalling a period
when Republicans fought
another foolish war.

Divorce, Drugs and Debt...
Nixon resigns and the Arabs
stick 'it' up nice Mr. Ford.

Find a tropical island far far away!

"Who would have imagined the next
three decades of economic interchange
pursuing a world dollar standard,
controlled by 'The US Federal Reserve Bank'
and 'it's' investment bank agents,
while bankrupting a world middle class
for the ultimate elite of Lenders,"
sighed the oldman,
the fog had lifted, the sun shone,
life is lovely.

Most people don't have an original idea
in a lifetime...

How dull.

Imagine the world of advertising,
the high art of convincing,
persuading a new time buyer,
to try something new,
clever and unique...
made in USA,
of USA material...
exported only.

"Foreclosed Houses!"

"The Banksters who created the 'Crisis'
could peddle the repo's,
yuppie parents could buy for kids,
give immigrants a mortgage
legalizing those without papers,
every asian and chinese scholar
a family home...
'Just fix the paperwork
you scuzzball manipulators',
or simply wait and wait and wait,
for seven years and the crime is gone
but the debts are in the vault,"
snorts the oldman,
seen 'it' before
even next door.

"Facebook....what a joke,
assholes promoting their predicaments,
like blogists bleating opinions,
a pathetic need for discovery
but no magic in the trunk,
no mystery in the cape,
wanting to be someone other
than the face in the mirror,"
wondering about this Goldman move,
twenty years later originators die,
Blankfein and Asmanov
taking out the punk Zuckerberg
with all the dumb investors,
organized crime with local government
joins legalized crime at the federal level,
'who would have thunk,Ronnie Boy!'"

And why buy something for a mailing list
unless these fools are the remnants
of the spending society...
online buyers and UPS deliveries,
peepholes and security cameras,
guns in every closet...
the army of the financial elite.

And the Grinache pontificates in public.

The Chinaking talks without caption translation.

Keep the dummies dumber.

"'It' is intent or accident,
choice or faith,
King or God...
or the ability to reason,"
considered the oldman
at high noon.

2.6 petaflops is awful fast,
a quadrillion somethings a second,
the russians are buying the chinese wonder
to put numbers in the mirror.

Imagine if everyone were free to wonder
and worries were not about money.

Above the Horn.

Within the Reef.

Blue skies on the Hill.

A New House for the Old and Homeless!

0712/1753 65/75 Blue Skies WSW10/15 90%H.
DOGS 11691 8827 1373 2912. Libor 24. Vix 17.

Greetings from the Hill.

Another year in paradise!

Old, crippled and ornery
and happy to be alive.

Classics in the galley,
CNBC and new plugs
in the bedroom,
Internet in every room,
bills paid and tax money
in the bank...
unlike most others.

Just a walk on the beach!

Steve and his friend,
Kevin Paul Hayes,
celebrating 'Loosen Up',
the painter doing backup
to the vocalist...
multi talented artists
surviving the 'Great Recession'.

Not living beneath their means,
nor eating Cuban rice and beans.

Key West is the lesson in Survival!

Adapting without the excuses of abuses.

"The 112th Congress of Halfwits,
tea party activists of the Koch family,
braindead believers of Fox Media,
the dumbest of Dumbdum...
remnants of the 'Obamascam',
idiots raising the 'Debt Ceiling'
to finance an economic disaster
perpetrated by the agents of Hell,
the Primary Dealers of the Fed,
the basis point boys
who take 'first tick'
with Supercomputer Trading,
all fucking criminals
screwing the working class,"
growls the oldman
sick of the US of Assholes.

"Hey oldman, don't have a stress attack,
life goes on and things change,
the US is a nation of invention,
brains surpassing brawn,
laziness avoiding work,
two legged shit factories
with cellphones...
multitasking...
crapping and talking,"
mocks the madone.

Pretty fucking absurd,
technology for morons.

Certainly another year of Financial Invention,
wormfucks conceiving of draining the bucks
from every sappyass in the middle class,
bloodsuckers of cash flow
pocketing from meters and tollroads,
assets sold off to pay the retired...
firefighters, cops and teachers,
pain in the ass civil servants,
"Sucking off the government cushion
for the old age rocker chair
on a house repossessed,
and no insurance to die,"
grumbles the madone.

The President postures and lies,
grinning and goofing
like a basketball star,
waving to an audience
no longer a fan
of an also ran,
his option run out.

Perhaps the fellow has a plot
to destroy the American Society.

A Chicago NeoLiberal Socialist?

Who is this Joker's Clown?

Two years and Trillions of Debt
while growing the economy
with MBS manure
and shadow bank inventions,
balance sheets of imagination,
mark to the fairy tale value
of two thousand and six,
before the Fix.

The investigation continues by the Attorney General...
certainly not Bobbie Kennedy,
just to whom is Holder a beholder,
this wimpey gutless wonder
sucking tit to Obama shit.

The love of his life comes and goes,
the gardener shows off his sanding,
the painter shits and shaves,
the cats are fed....
dark on the Hill.

Home Alone!

Mad dddd...Jim Cramer time...
with classics from Havana
and footsteps on the stairs,
Viola purring and doves cooing.

Someone strange in the house.

"Fuck off Asshole!"

He picked up the hockey stick
and changed the Channel
to the Hyundai Classic

Airheads' pathetic Azuzi arrived
to go to court......and deliver salt,
Job doing penance.

Decades without respect...
seasons of mendacity,
nights of deceit.

"Do you have a beer?"

Privacy interrupted....again.

'It' was a very good year....here!

Above the Horn.

Beyond the Reef.




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