Sunday, May 29, 2011

Two Months, 3000 Missions, 160 Missiles...in Libya.

0638/2010 80/90 Blue Skies E10/20 60%H.
DOGS 12,441 101 1537 3802. Libor 14. Vix 18.

Greetings from the Hill.

Another beautiful day in paradise,
hard to believe the shit gets worse
in that society dwelling above
Jewfish Creek...
hard choices in life
of what not to have,
learning to live with
what one has
"And saving ten per cent
for banker's capitalization..
hofuckingho," laughed the madone,
cleaning the windows.

"Something seems to be very peculiar,
that disappointing sense of deception
when trusting another's lying eyes
and soothing words, those leaders
of medicine, law and finance
who act on behalf of profit makers
through their minions in government,"
muses the oldman weary of the way.

"Fourteen Trillion,four hundred Billion,
raise the ceiling or the roof collapses,
the checks will stop with food stamps,
BP won't fuel the jets in any war,
old farts will have to wait,
deadbeat emergency wards close,
and nobody really knows
what the Joker in the White House
is talking about,"
interrupts the printer
moving things into an empty room,
attempting to resume civilized life,
hopefully for a season...
"Park the truck and ride a bike,
find someone nice to like!"

"I really don't care about 'it'
or even about 'that'..."
shrugs the painter connecting
the printer to WiWi and the world,
a house wired to the universe
and the unanswered suspicions
of the one percent elite.

"I leave the investigation of fraud,
corruption and theft to you,"
laughing on the way to Faustos.

Chimes ringing on the balcony,
curtains gusting with the wind,
classics from Havana in both rooms,
Law and Order with Big Mac...
sunday and another toothache.

"Hey, Gummy, get use to milkshakes!"

"The Joker is in Joplin lying again,
where can the money be found
to replace houses on the ground,
spent bombing Libya
and drones in Afghanistan,
protecting oil in Iraq
for the global giants
who pervert the central banking system
collateralised with toxic waste,
insured by imaginary derivatives
and guaranteed by a government in default,"
snorts the oldman sipping a pint
to ease the pain.

"Eric Schneiderman has the Big Five on fraud
under the Martin Act and reports
from Angeledes and Lewin,"
offers the printer
taking a break from snooping
about the IMF head
getting head.

"The derivatives market is dead."

Based on misinformation regarding
the IMF ECBEU bailout program stalling,
the ESFS bond for Ireland in limbo,
the speculative derivative market
facing chain collapse...
Greece, Spain, Portugal, Italy, downgraded,
the ECB trillion dollar debt
looking grim...
the Inter Alpha Gang,
RBS, Sunlander, downgraded
with the Moody Blues...
Rating Rats and 2008 again.

Twenty banks have Twenty Trillion on paper.

Four shaky ass US banks have Seven Maybe Trillion.

"How is your credit rating?"

"We can grow the economy,"
babbles the President of War Mongering,
the tool of the Pentagon,
fool of the CIA,
King of Duncedom.

Imagine if the half white pretender
had an indonesian sister,
a chinese canadian brother in law,
black african siblings,
a black american wife...
and a white granny from Kansas.

Wouldn't that be something!

And a queer commie closet case...

Something quite else.

Above the Horn.

Beyond the Reef.

Within belief.
corruption

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