Saturday, August 18, 2012
50 Years of Obama..Chicago Years.
0702/1958 82/91 Blue Skies E/5 70%H.
DOGS 13257 9610 1619 2820 Libor 72. Vix 13.
Greetings from the Hill.
Another beautiful day in paradise...
classics in the President's room,
below the painter on the piano
and the last cat sleeping on the balcony
enjoying the breeze in the Keys...
Imagining about that couple in the White House.
Twenty years after the 'honeymoon'...hummmm.
...an arranged marriage perhaps between a brilliant lawyer
and a charming pet of Lady Acorns as community organizer
'gathering the folk together', raising the vote,
aspiring for the voice that all may hear
..."My, my, that boy talks some shit...",
taking the cash before voting.....
black democratic communists were different
....in Chicago..
Being a Sidley pet opened the secret doors
to another side of life...tenements and derivatives,
the Woods Fund and the 'Carbon Footprint'...
a deal with Al Gore...hofuckingho.
Slaving, suffering...living off a wife,
teaching and campaigning for recognition,
a dream of bullshit baffling brains...
beginning downtown.
The War had ended and America would be a Better Place!
A Democrat was in the White House with a lawyer wife.
The troops were coming home to green grass lawns,
solar heat roof panels and satellite TV,
granite tables and a SUV.
Something happened on the road to Peace!
Bobbie Rush took District One in 1992...
Barry Bumboy dreaming and scheming,
whining to Aunt Valerie and 'his' faghags.
The Lesbian Coilition supported the 'Gay President'.
The Economy needed Engineering on a Global Consciousness.
"Borrow until your'e Bankrupt...but never the Bank..hoho..!"
DOGS 13257 9610 1619 2820 Libor 72. Vix 13.
Greetings from the Hill.
Another beautiful day in paradise...
classics in the President's room,
below the painter on the piano
and the last cat sleeping on the balcony
enjoying the breeze in the Keys...
Imagining about that couple in the White House.
Twenty years after the 'honeymoon'...hummmm.
...an arranged marriage perhaps between a brilliant lawyer
and a charming pet of Lady Acorns as community organizer
'gathering the folk together', raising the vote,
aspiring for the voice that all may hear
..."My, my, that boy talks some shit...",
taking the cash before voting.....
black democratic communists were different
....in Chicago..
Being a Sidley pet opened the secret doors
to another side of life...tenements and derivatives,
the Woods Fund and the 'Carbon Footprint'...
a deal with Al Gore...hofuckingho.
Slaving, suffering...living off a wife,
teaching and campaigning for recognition,
a dream of bullshit baffling brains...
beginning downtown.
The War had ended and America would be a Better Place!
A Democrat was in the White House with a lawyer wife.
The troops were coming home to green grass lawns,
solar heat roof panels and satellite TV,
granite tables and a SUV.
Something happened on the road to Peace!
Bobbie Rush took District One in 1992...
Barry Bumboy dreaming and scheming,
whining to Aunt Valerie and 'his' faghags.
The Lesbian Coilition supported the 'Gay President'.
The Economy needed Engineering on a Global Consciousness.
"Borrow until your'e Bankrupt...but never the Bank..hoho..!"
Monday, July 9, 2012
50 Years of Obama.
0644 2019 78/90 Cloudy E 5/10 70%H.
DOGS 12772 8445 1578 2980.
Greetings from the Hill.
A morning sunrise at last,
grey skies and rain all week...
"Even during the fireworks,"
skoffed the painter..a prisoner
to the weather.
Wondering about this fellow Obama,
of course, all youngsters had tricycles
after Kennedy was shot, part of the times..
Momma was back at school studying
while Grandma paid the bills as a banker,
the only lady bankster in the state..
laundering money for the CIA,
Gramps was a college recruiter
for the Asian African Program,
disguised as the Ford Foundation
under William Geithner...yes, yes..
"Timmy's Daddy...Holey Cow..!"
mocks the madone...
gazing to Africa.
Momma was good with her tongue,
acguiring languages with her lovers...
the Kenyan went on to Harvard
preparing himself as a CIA mole,
an anti communist economist bigamist...
as well as an arab muslim polygamist,
adding a second white wife
to the Obama Family...
The Father he Never Knew!
Momma was learning Malayasian with Lolo,
another of Gramp's recruits at the CIA campus,
the school was perfect for spies...
another pesky oil problem required intervention,
"Wouldn't want the Commie Chinks to get
all that Dutch Oil and lands...no, no..,"
laughed the madone monitoring.
Another quickie marriage and off for adventures.
Most formative years for learning say the educators,
a loving father and adorable baby sister....
mother now fluent in five lanquages,
her cover an anthropoligist in microeconomics,
travelling the back reaches on donkey...
hardly ever home, backpacking the little girl,
Barry stayed in the city with StepDad,
learning Malaysian and Murder...
"Hey, get a grip...he was a trained killer
working for 'The Secret Police'.....!"
Now this was a father 'he' seemed to have forgot,
until 'it' was time to 'kill' Osama
and be a man.
Nixon was going nuts and Barry had a dream...
..."To play in the NBA.."
Gramps brought him home and arranged
for a foreign scholarship at the "Elite School',
odd, being born on the island and all...
but he learned to dribble and grin
while acquiring a jump shot...
not much else....few remember...oddly.
'It' was the Carter years and the world was in 'Crisis'..!
"Barack had a new identity at Occidental College,
arranged by Gramps and another 'foreign scholarship',
a two year course for poets and potheads..",
snorted the madone amazed at the background.
Ten years living in America as an 'Indonesian' because
Momma was a foreign resident spy for the CIA...
"Hey..how about a trip to Pakistan...
must have picked up a few phrases from the roomie..!"
off on a mule ride with Mom...
where was baby sister?
The transfer records to Columbia are sealed
and no one seems to remember this 'star'
without noteriety, fans or lovers...
of course there was no 'Facebook',
hardly a photograph or video...
not even an acting class coach...
Momma was working 'undercover',
"Horror of Horrors...in Harlem..!".
and she liked her coffee 'black',
"Name three Black Muslims of the time
who influenced the Gullible Chosen One,"
snorted the student of oddity
Perhaps Harry Belafonte should have taught
the entertainer to sing rather than grin,
who exactly groomed this lone duck
to give America the 'Financial Fuck'...
"The First Black Editor of the Harvard Law Review,
dismissed after six months....
'for inappropriate behavior' with fellow editors,
who received cash settlements from school,
to shut the fuck up...!", growls the madone.
The Media is such a Twisted Tale.
"Get that queer asshole married
and a gay lover..!", growled Warren,
usually cheery and polite.
The Community Organizer had Handlers,
forces 'he' did not need to know,
Sidley Austin had derivative plans
for the 'Carbon Footprint',
the black communist party had a fool,
queers had a dream.
Democrats would do anything after Clinton.
Enough of 'Presidential Fairy Tales' for the day.
Above the Horn
Inside the Reef.
DOGS 12772 8445 1578 2980.
Greetings from the Hill.
A morning sunrise at last,
grey skies and rain all week...
"Even during the fireworks,"
skoffed the painter..a prisoner
to the weather.
Wondering about this fellow Obama,
of course, all youngsters had tricycles
after Kennedy was shot, part of the times..
Momma was back at school studying
while Grandma paid the bills as a banker,
the only lady bankster in the state..
laundering money for the CIA,
Gramps was a college recruiter
for the Asian African Program,
disguised as the Ford Foundation
under William Geithner...yes, yes..
"Timmy's Daddy...Holey Cow..!"
mocks the madone...
gazing to Africa.
Momma was good with her tongue,
acguiring languages with her lovers...
the Kenyan went on to Harvard
preparing himself as a CIA mole,
an anti communist economist bigamist...
as well as an arab muslim polygamist,
adding a second white wife
to the Obama Family...
The Father he Never Knew!
Momma was learning Malayasian with Lolo,
another of Gramp's recruits at the CIA campus,
the school was perfect for spies...
another pesky oil problem required intervention,
"Wouldn't want the Commie Chinks to get
all that Dutch Oil and lands...no, no..,"
laughed the madone monitoring.
Another quickie marriage and off for adventures.
Most formative years for learning say the educators,
a loving father and adorable baby sister....
mother now fluent in five lanquages,
her cover an anthropoligist in microeconomics,
travelling the back reaches on donkey...
hardly ever home, backpacking the little girl,
Barry stayed in the city with StepDad,
learning Malaysian and Murder...
"Hey, get a grip...he was a trained killer
working for 'The Secret Police'.....!"
Now this was a father 'he' seemed to have forgot,
until 'it' was time to 'kill' Osama
and be a man.
Nixon was going nuts and Barry had a dream...
..."To play in the NBA.."
Gramps brought him home and arranged
for a foreign scholarship at the "Elite School',
odd, being born on the island and all...
but he learned to dribble and grin
while acquiring a jump shot...
not much else....few remember...oddly.
'It' was the Carter years and the world was in 'Crisis'..!
"Barack had a new identity at Occidental College,
arranged by Gramps and another 'foreign scholarship',
a two year course for poets and potheads..",
snorted the madone amazed at the background.
Ten years living in America as an 'Indonesian' because
Momma was a foreign resident spy for the CIA...
"Hey..how about a trip to Pakistan...
must have picked up a few phrases from the roomie..!"
off on a mule ride with Mom...
where was baby sister?
The transfer records to Columbia are sealed
and no one seems to remember this 'star'
without noteriety, fans or lovers...
of course there was no 'Facebook',
hardly a photograph or video...
not even an acting class coach...
Momma was working 'undercover',
"Horror of Horrors...in Harlem..!".
and she liked her coffee 'black',
"Name three Black Muslims of the time
who influenced the Gullible Chosen One,"
snorted the student of oddity
Perhaps Harry Belafonte should have taught
the entertainer to sing rather than grin,
who exactly groomed this lone duck
to give America the 'Financial Fuck'...
"The First Black Editor of the Harvard Law Review,
dismissed after six months....
'for inappropriate behavior' with fellow editors,
who received cash settlements from school,
to shut the fuck up...!", growls the madone.
The Media is such a Twisted Tale.
"Get that queer asshole married
and a gay lover..!", growled Warren,
usually cheery and polite.
The Community Organizer had Handlers,
forces 'he' did not need to know,
Sidley Austin had derivative plans
for the 'Carbon Footprint',
the black communist party had a fool,
queers had a dream.
Democrats would do anything after Clinton.
Enough of 'Presidential Fairy Tales' for the day.
Above the Horn
Inside the Reef.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Fuck Facebook...Hello Blogspot!
0642/1852,66/72,E25,Cloudy,70%H.
DOGS 12836,108,1706,33.60. VIX19.Libor16.
Greetings from the Hill.
Mad Jack was back....
on the 'Big Mac,
in the 'West Wing.
Love Lane Jack watched the oldman,
on the 'Jeffrey Special',
in the 'East Wing'.
The east wind had blown away the clouds,
another sunset in Paradise,
the classics from Havana,
clean windows and empty chairs...
a house without sorry stories.
"Quietude was the privacy of the privileged,"
mused the Blogist,
when the oldman shuffled into the President's Room,
smiling about Obama.
After thirty seven years in the same bedroom.
From Ford to the Fuckhead!
From prosperity to DEBT.
Middle Class Upward Mobilty,
MBS and CDS AND CASH .... under your dress!
"Women have ruined the American economy!"
The wind ceased and the palms were still.
"My heavens...not the toxic derivatives
rotting the vaults of the New York Federal Reserve Bank
or crooked commodity contracts in Chicago,
not hedge fund shorts on EU bonds
or waffling by the ISDA...
not even the plot of 'the City of London'
to destroy the US currency,"
offering alternative possibilities
to an age old plot.
"Wives knowingly encouraged the 'dilemma',
demanding granite table tops....
for take out pizza,
gentrification for the Asses,"
Conchs living in queer houses
keeping up with the Gayes,
the oldman watched 'it' all.
And made up lies.
Mad Jack thought he would print T shirts
and pay the bills for a year
to keep the oldman alive...
done 'it' before,
do 'it' again,
historical prints in halftone
on a classic garment,
a Key West Original,
of course!
Time was running short...
three weeks left.
"Where's the fakeing rent money,"
growled the madone
watering the balcony Oregano,
pissed with painter promises.
Giggling plumpy girls pass by in bikinis
charging Daddy's card for Spring Break
at the local bars and restaurants,
not exactly like ten years ago...
much dumber with that voice
immitatingly irritant.
"Dumb like Mom...the financial engineer!"
Pretty hard to get on a rant after three months
of ignoring the lies and deceit of politics,
George Bush was a college cheerleader
Obama is a bottom feeder...
Two more unlikely Commander in Chief's
as Leaders of the Free World
for a Free Market.
"We gotta grow this economy....right here,
in Washinton...which is why I spent this year...
three trillion dollars on great projects
and took in two trillion in revenue...Hehehe,"
grinned the King of Assholes.
"You cannot be a great actor
without being a perfect liar,"
laughed Tyne Daily with Charlie Rose.
Must suck being on the Morning Show.
A million families in USA are comfortable,
Ninety nine million aren't...
how many cars on the block
"Did you leave the keys in the lock?"
"The Insurance Companies are in colusion with Women,"
barked the oldman going downstairs
to sand the studio floor.
Above the Horn,
Within the Reef,
Getting older.
DOGS 12836,108,1706,33.60. VIX19.Libor16.
Greetings from the Hill.
Mad Jack was back....
on the 'Big Mac,
in the 'West Wing.
Love Lane Jack watched the oldman,
on the 'Jeffrey Special',
in the 'East Wing'.
The east wind had blown away the clouds,
another sunset in Paradise,
the classics from Havana,
clean windows and empty chairs...
a house without sorry stories.
"Quietude was the privacy of the privileged,"
mused the Blogist,
when the oldman shuffled into the President's Room,
smiling about Obama.
After thirty seven years in the same bedroom.
From Ford to the Fuckhead!
From prosperity to DEBT.
Middle Class Upward Mobilty,
MBS and CDS AND CASH .... under your dress!
"Women have ruined the American economy!"
The wind ceased and the palms were still.
"My heavens...not the toxic derivatives
rotting the vaults of the New York Federal Reserve Bank
or crooked commodity contracts in Chicago,
not hedge fund shorts on EU bonds
or waffling by the ISDA...
not even the plot of 'the City of London'
to destroy the US currency,"
offering alternative possibilities
to an age old plot.
"Wives knowingly encouraged the 'dilemma',
demanding granite table tops....
for take out pizza,
gentrification for the Asses,"
Conchs living in queer houses
keeping up with the Gayes,
the oldman watched 'it' all.
And made up lies.
Mad Jack thought he would print T shirts
and pay the bills for a year
to keep the oldman alive...
done 'it' before,
do 'it' again,
historical prints in halftone
on a classic garment,
a Key West Original,
of course!
Time was running short...
three weeks left.
"Where's the fakeing rent money,"
growled the madone
watering the balcony Oregano,
pissed with painter promises.
Giggling plumpy girls pass by in bikinis
charging Daddy's card for Spring Break
at the local bars and restaurants,
not exactly like ten years ago...
much dumber with that voice
immitatingly irritant.
"Dumb like Mom...the financial engineer!"
Pretty hard to get on a rant after three months
of ignoring the lies and deceit of politics,
George Bush was a college cheerleader
Obama is a bottom feeder...
Two more unlikely Commander in Chief's
as Leaders of the Free World
for a Free Market.
"We gotta grow this economy....right here,
in Washinton...which is why I spent this year...
three trillion dollars on great projects
and took in two trillion in revenue...Hehehe,"
grinned the King of Assholes.
"You cannot be a great actor
without being a perfect liar,"
laughed Tyne Daily with Charlie Rose.
Must suck being on the Morning Show.
A million families in USA are comfortable,
Ninety nine million aren't...
how many cars on the block
"Did you leave the keys in the lock?"
"The Insurance Companies are in colusion with Women,"
barked the oldman going downstairs
to sand the studio floor.
Above the Horn,
Within the Reef,
Getting older.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
"Occupy Yourself" MAD JACK Tshirt.
0647/0538 75/85 Blue Skies 10/20 80%H.
DOGS 1150 9800 1700 3250 Libor 14. VIX 32.
Greetings from the Hill.
Another perfect day in paradise,
blue skies and beautiful...
a breeze in the Keys.
The oldman was still recuperating
from the last fall on the sidewalk
in front of the bank,
hundred dollar bills blowing in the wind.
"So much for rent money,"
grumbled the madone,
somewhat disappointed.
Trying to keep ahead of the cost of living.
"Hey, oldman...I know you like potato salad,"
leaving a couple of table spoons
of $6.00 a pound Faustos ripoff.
Coughing, hawking and farting from the 'flu'
contracted from partying a grand away with fools,
braying assholes and obsequious mules.
'following the money'.
Tough to be a star.
"Hey, what about Jon Corzine?",
mocks the madone watering the oregano.
The closing bell and sofuckingwhat,
watching CNBC silly cunts flirt
and bald headed fools lie to convince
the dumb stupid consumers
to save on 'Black Friday'...
or the smartfucks to buy
on 'Cybor Monday' online.
Comcast marketing and Fedex shipping,
diet dinners and Omaha steaks,
the DisneyWorld weather channel
and USA all day...
JPMChase is on your foodstamp card
and Goldman Sachs issues your SSI...
goodfuckingbye!
What to do...what to do?
Markets are tax free betting Casinos,
price disccovery and liquidity aggregation
or trade transparency...bullfuckingshit!
"Tax the Pirates!"
The Limeys have a VAT tax...20% to the public
to bail out 'The City of London'
the government pursuing an FTT
to follow the shadow financial engineering
of the Derivatives Market...
Horror of Horrors,
Cambridge, Goldman and the Queen.
An economic stake no longer than a nanosecond,
a trading objective more durable
than front running real investors
with HFT gaming.
"Did that little ugly worm, Bloomberg, do 'it' all
with his sneaky little terminals monitored
by Homeland Security and the Federal Reserve,
dreaming of being the first Jewish President?",
wonders Alger, visiting late.
Who can tell when the well is dry?
Making transactions valid and enforceable...
totally impossible without A Rule of Law
in the Obama Administration,
the Joker and Holder,
MERS avoiding transaction taxes
allowing originators to circumvent true title
for securitization in the 'dark pools'
of underwater mortgages.
Bank of America certainly is advertising on TV.
Clearing Houses record all transactions,
bonds, eguities, options and derivatives,
over the counter and under the counter,
VISA and the pixal counters...
cloud computing...money in the air.
Who conned the Greeks with CDS,
who fleeced the Spics with MBS,
and who shorted European Bonds
and got fired, waiving his salary...
a patsy for Paulson!
"He's doing the best he can,"
rationlizes every Asshole
who voted for the Fraud.
Growing the Economy with more DEBT everyday.
"Where's Obama?", wonders Mitt.
"Giving speeches to the pathetic victims of Dumb Wars,"
growls the madone, feeding the cats.
The oldman was tired of CNBC horseshit.
Time for 2 and a Half Men reruns.
Above the Horn.
Inside the Reef.
Home on the Hill.
DOGS 1150 9800 1700 3250 Libor 14. VIX 32.
Greetings from the Hill.
Another perfect day in paradise,
blue skies and beautiful...
a breeze in the Keys.
The oldman was still recuperating
from the last fall on the sidewalk
in front of the bank,
hundred dollar bills blowing in the wind.
"So much for rent money,"
grumbled the madone,
somewhat disappointed.
Trying to keep ahead of the cost of living.
"Hey, oldman...I know you like potato salad,"
leaving a couple of table spoons
of $6.00 a pound Faustos ripoff.
Coughing, hawking and farting from the 'flu'
contracted from partying a grand away with fools,
braying assholes and obsequious mules.
'following the money'.
Tough to be a star.
"Hey, what about Jon Corzine?",
mocks the madone watering the oregano.
The closing bell and sofuckingwhat,
watching CNBC silly cunts flirt
and bald headed fools lie to convince
the dumb stupid consumers
to save on 'Black Friday'...
or the smartfucks to buy
on 'Cybor Monday' online.
Comcast marketing and Fedex shipping,
diet dinners and Omaha steaks,
the DisneyWorld weather channel
and USA all day...
JPMChase is on your foodstamp card
and Goldman Sachs issues your SSI...
goodfuckingbye!
What to do...what to do?
Markets are tax free betting Casinos,
price disccovery and liquidity aggregation
or trade transparency...bullfuckingshit!
"Tax the Pirates!"
The Limeys have a VAT tax...20% to the public
to bail out 'The City of London'
the government pursuing an FTT
to follow the shadow financial engineering
of the Derivatives Market...
Horror of Horrors,
Cambridge, Goldman and the Queen.
An economic stake no longer than a nanosecond,
a trading objective more durable
than front running real investors
with HFT gaming.
"Did that little ugly worm, Bloomberg, do 'it' all
with his sneaky little terminals monitored
by Homeland Security and the Federal Reserve,
dreaming of being the first Jewish President?",
wonders Alger, visiting late.
Who can tell when the well is dry?
Making transactions valid and enforceable...
totally impossible without A Rule of Law
in the Obama Administration,
the Joker and Holder,
MERS avoiding transaction taxes
allowing originators to circumvent true title
for securitization in the 'dark pools'
of underwater mortgages.
Bank of America certainly is advertising on TV.
Clearing Houses record all transactions,
bonds, eguities, options and derivatives,
over the counter and under the counter,
VISA and the pixal counters...
cloud computing...money in the air.
Who conned the Greeks with CDS,
who fleeced the Spics with MBS,
and who shorted European Bonds
and got fired, waiving his salary...
a patsy for Paulson!
"He's doing the best he can,"
rationlizes every Asshole
who voted for the Fraud.
Growing the Economy with more DEBT everyday.
"Where's Obama?", wonders Mitt.
"Giving speeches to the pathetic victims of Dumb Wars,"
growls the madone, feeding the cats.
The oldman was tired of CNBC horseshit.
Time for 2 and a Half Men reruns.
Above the Horn.
Inside the Reef.
Home on the Hill.
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