"Who watches the Watchers!"

0640/2020 78/90 Grey Skies E5/10 85%H.
DOGS 12170,9172,1501,33.85 Libor 16 Vix 19.

Greetings from the Hill.

A pleasant sunrise ride off the Rock,
enjoying what life could be if not cripple,
"Or old and drunk at sunset,"
laughs the madone in the back seat
consuming the view...
hardly a change in three decades,
the developers failed to capture
all the waterfronts for condos
or cementing the delicate mangroves
for boat slips.

Across the hall, Cramer fucks with a dress,
another of the Limey Brigade on CNBC,
poor old Uncle Sam, nothing to cheer about,
even young Rory, the Irish superstar,
keeps the US Open 'over there'
for the second year...and 'they' are fucked.

"The bomb counters are billing Nato for Libya,
but cannot keep track of trucks in Afghanistan
or the contract guards at the Iraq embassy,
of course the CIA budget is secret and...
all that other stuff highly classified,
hofuckingho and Panetta takes charge
and who takes all the cash..."
growls the madone accepting the way
the game is now in play
and civilians like soldiers
have nothing to say.

The oldman remembered visiting his aunt
who lived at Watergate when life was great,
and Ike was just elected, then eight years later
warned a nation of a military industrial complex.

"Too Big to Fail...thinks the Joker,
this leader without experience or manhood,
grinning like a pedophile movie star,
waving to adoring fans in his mind,
an asinine tooth paste commercial
of a nerd bounding onto the stage
to give an acceptance speech,"
snorted the oldman at such chicanery
yet unable to discover the handlers
or uncover the real advisers.

Of course he still didn't understand derivatives,
had forgotten most of his latin...
"Quis custodiet ipsos custodes."
and never had a chinese girl friend.

"Too late to Fail...an interesting concept!"

Imagine going to bed with the largest
debts in the whole wide world,
and every morning trying to find
enough to pay the juice,
then coffee and toast on the table,
hope there's gas in the car
and the insurance is paid.

Well, Timmy doesn't worry about the small shit,
he's got a job and speaks mandarin.
"Guess who talks to him,"
but 3.6 Trillion going out
and 2.4 Trillion coming in
is serious financial mismanagement...

Bush wasn't such a fuckup failure,
could Obama be such a dumbass
or have an agenda for collapse...
delay and stall until you fall!

Tourism is a marvelous industry,
eat, drink, shit and sleep...
see the sites without fights
until the natives lose their rights,
then look behind you...
"Cause Walker won't be there!"

"Oh, oh, the Invasion in Libya has stalled,
the war in Afghanistan is a retreat
'to build roads at home'...
the occupation of Iraq is too costly,
delegated to privateers who 'bill' the enemy,
lies and schemes, all american dreams
to promote democratic capitalism,"
mocks the madone...
nothing unusual about the methods,
overpower cavemen with missiles...
Osama and his cavemen used american handhelds
to defeat the russian army...
Obama and his drones killed american donkeys...
"Stand up and salute!"
One hundred thousand troops, their backups, and privateers
couldn't defeat a few motley Taliban,
ten years and trillions of dollars,
wounded minds and bodies without homecare,
many now without homes for what...
"Fucking Politicians....
My Country..It is for Me!"

"What the fuck is next..."

Ron Paul and Barney Frank
smoking pot...
in the Women's Washroom
with Michelle in the White House.

The oldman hadn't smoked in three weeks,
the wacky weed that made life silly
and not concerned about economics,
perhaps some time in the gazebo
might improve the attitude.

Hard to imagine that the 'Odd Couple'
are attempting to legislate
Marijuana Reform...

Free those saps busted for pot,
reduce the prison population...
of course convicts get no benefits,
no food stamps, no schooling,
tough shit, but you get a cellphone.

"Obama Law...listening to Watchers!"

"This is a grey world of the multi trillion
dollar world of the CDS market...
a default, a credit event triggering payouts,
'it'is decided by the ISDA, the governing body
that designs CDS contracts for the 'Market',"
now the spokesperson for this horseshit
moonlights as speechwriter for 'The Joker',
dipfuck can't understand this obfuscation.

"A CDS agreement is nothing more
than a betting slip after the race!"

"Corrupt governments have been hijacked
by an international banking cartel
that has the world by it's credit balls."

"My oh my, the ISDA has final say on credit event,
Fitch giving a pitch on spreads and basis points,
collateral pledges, rolling interest guarantees,
value recovery rights made up by WHO,
....The Determinations Committee....
ten, fourteen, twenty banks in the Club,
kiss your ass goodbye, Mister One World Guy,"
laughs the oldman ready for a coldone.

Enough is enough of the pursuit of deceit.

Time to visit my favorite recorder of life,
the Watcher of the Keys.

Above the Horn,

Inside the Reef,

At home on the Hill.