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.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
And the Summer is just Beginning!
0638/2017 81/91 Blue Skies E10/20 75%H.
DOGS 1271 93 1541 35.90. Libor 14. Vix 15.
Greetings from the Hill.
Beautiful, breezy and hot,
the oldman was walking every day,
taking care of chores at home
without any outside help.
Clean windows, shiny floors and classics,
cats fed and gardens watered...
"Regardless of the drought!"
The media does a job on Arnold
who looked after his indiscretion,
the wife claiming ignorance
being financially independent
until the divorce settlement.
Amazing what might happen if these minds
who can discover and uncover
the peculiarities of wayward behavior
were commissioned by the SEC
to ferret out the indiscretions of financiers,
or horror of horrors be hired by the wives
of Corporapists, Banksters and Hedgehogs...
"Hey, now that could be a series for Bravo,
rather than the insipid queer loving crap
oozing from their mindless producers!"
Imagine the conversations between Hillary and Huma,
jetting about the world attempting to solve
the dilemmas created by outlaws of central banking,
then fantasizing solutions to balance a world
where credit is debt and assets liabilities,
a language invented by mathematicians on acid
and a nutty old fuck with a hardon for Ayn Rand...
"Just say you made a mistake...I could have been wrong!"
Of course 'it' only works for Greenspan and Bernanke.
The pathetic wimp was crying on 'Sixty Minutes'...
so much for pushing Obama under the bus!
WILD is the curse of the nation and the cunts
are headquartered in Chicago, Whores for Jarrett...
Women In Listed Derivatives...
"Does The Joker really know?"
"How come the bitches are all Jewish,"
wonders the madone folding the laundry
dried on the balcony
in a tropical breeze.
Men are stupid...women are smart...
imagine speaking chinese.
Clint Eastwood and Leon Panetta are from Carmel.
A soothing state of mind for Killers.
The first thing in the morning the President
gets a package from the CIA...
and this moron plays dumb,
everything that is known is available,
of course 'it' is also on Google,
any idiot can do the math
unless 'it' is languaged by MIT
then encrypted by Julian Assange
and interpreted by Jeff Beck.
"Who elected this 'Asshole'?"
Of course Texas has the constitutional right
to create three states...hello hello...
a Two Trillion Dollar Economy without Debt.
"Ain't that something...wouldn't Lyndon be proud!"
Probably kill the Thugs in Mexico
and control the distribution of drugs...
make George Sr. Ambassador to the UN again
and let the dummy look for oil...
"That Rick Perry has 'the right stuff',
no screwballs on his mound,"laughed the painter
after a hot afternoon on Duval Street,
heading to Faustos before closing.
"Hello, Hello, Rory...a record three rounds!"
Golf in the gardener's room.
Lightning on the balcony railing.
Viola watching the oldman beside Big Mac.
Dusk in the President's Room.
Life far from the maddening crowd.
"The stupid motherfuckering morons
plan to eliminate the Sunday Blue Law,
eliminating the only civility left
in this money whoring shithole,
tomorrow may be the last sunday
keeping the drunks sober until noon,
eggsucking pisslicking buckfuckers...
grasping for the last coin to fill
their corrupt criminal accounts
before God strikes 'them' dead,"
rants the oldman fired up
on four pints.
In this last sperm drop of the Keys,
the pecker of Florida,
'they' are Asshole Republicans...
perusing Conch Color one sees
through Tommy's eyes
the sinister mob of Nouveau Riche
grovelling for appointments,
suckassing to a nutcase Governor,
losers grasping to government,
the final paycheck.
Mendacity, the lies from family,
fat stupid children trained to be dumb,
actors mimicking television commercials,
girls talking like nasal drips,
boys pulling their peckers,
Obama's World with a free cellphone
to monitor your dumbass...
"Believe in Half White Horseshit
and a Muslim who speaks five tongues
and Momma was in the CIA.."
the oldman wondered when the drug
was ingested into the school lunch
by the fat old ladies
who mixed the macaroni.
Perhaps there was hope if the girls
went Mormon and followed Marie Osmond,
"I lost fifty pounds on 'Fuckfast',
look at me now," fat chance and no fructose,
the oldman wondered about 'the obese,
those Gold Bond users of brushing thighs
and overheated assholes...
was Medicare there.
The Elite couldn't care nor give a share,
tax deductible events for the select few
that send a stand in, a walkabout, a beard,
a functional representative of the upper class
who no longer live in vulgarity with illegals...
"Emerging Market Mansions in Hong Kong
with a view of the harbor,"
offered some silly bitch
on CNBC.
Maybe Stanley has a secret, the Central Bank of Israel...
spies and nuclear bombs help, a global nation,
one world family...hard to beat..
long track record.
"Face facts...USA is not Today!"
But times pass by those watching television.
Above the Horn.
Beyond the Reef.
Home on the Hill.
DOGS 1271 93 1541 35.90. Libor 14. Vix 15.
Greetings from the Hill.
Beautiful, breezy and hot,
the oldman was walking every day,
taking care of chores at home
without any outside help.
Clean windows, shiny floors and classics,
cats fed and gardens watered...
"Regardless of the drought!"
The media does a job on Arnold
who looked after his indiscretion,
the wife claiming ignorance
being financially independent
until the divorce settlement.
Amazing what might happen if these minds
who can discover and uncover
the peculiarities of wayward behavior
were commissioned by the SEC
to ferret out the indiscretions of financiers,
or horror of horrors be hired by the wives
of Corporapists, Banksters and Hedgehogs...
"Hey, now that could be a series for Bravo,
rather than the insipid queer loving crap
oozing from their mindless producers!"
Imagine the conversations between Hillary and Huma,
jetting about the world attempting to solve
the dilemmas created by outlaws of central banking,
then fantasizing solutions to balance a world
where credit is debt and assets liabilities,
a language invented by mathematicians on acid
and a nutty old fuck with a hardon for Ayn Rand...
"Just say you made a mistake...I could have been wrong!"
Of course 'it' only works for Greenspan and Bernanke.
The pathetic wimp was crying on 'Sixty Minutes'...
so much for pushing Obama under the bus!
WILD is the curse of the nation and the cunts
are headquartered in Chicago, Whores for Jarrett...
Women In Listed Derivatives...
"Does The Joker really know?"
"How come the bitches are all Jewish,"
wonders the madone folding the laundry
dried on the balcony
in a tropical breeze.
Men are stupid...women are smart...
imagine speaking chinese.
Clint Eastwood and Leon Panetta are from Carmel.
A soothing state of mind for Killers.
The first thing in the morning the President
gets a package from the CIA...
and this moron plays dumb,
everything that is known is available,
of course 'it' is also on Google,
any idiot can do the math
unless 'it' is languaged by MIT
then encrypted by Julian Assange
and interpreted by Jeff Beck.
"Who elected this 'Asshole'?"
Of course Texas has the constitutional right
to create three states...hello hello...
a Two Trillion Dollar Economy without Debt.
"Ain't that something...wouldn't Lyndon be proud!"
Probably kill the Thugs in Mexico
and control the distribution of drugs...
make George Sr. Ambassador to the UN again
and let the dummy look for oil...
"That Rick Perry has 'the right stuff',
no screwballs on his mound,"laughed the painter
after a hot afternoon on Duval Street,
heading to Faustos before closing.
"Hello, Hello, Rory...a record three rounds!"
Golf in the gardener's room.
Lightning on the balcony railing.
Viola watching the oldman beside Big Mac.
Dusk in the President's Room.
Life far from the maddening crowd.
"The stupid motherfuckering morons
plan to eliminate the Sunday Blue Law,
eliminating the only civility left
in this money whoring shithole,
tomorrow may be the last sunday
keeping the drunks sober until noon,
eggsucking pisslicking buckfuckers...
grasping for the last coin to fill
their corrupt criminal accounts
before God strikes 'them' dead,"
rants the oldman fired up
on four pints.
In this last sperm drop of the Keys,
the pecker of Florida,
'they' are Asshole Republicans...
perusing Conch Color one sees
through Tommy's eyes
the sinister mob of Nouveau Riche
grovelling for appointments,
suckassing to a nutcase Governor,
losers grasping to government,
the final paycheck.
Mendacity, the lies from family,
fat stupid children trained to be dumb,
actors mimicking television commercials,
girls talking like nasal drips,
boys pulling their peckers,
Obama's World with a free cellphone
to monitor your dumbass...
"Believe in Half White Horseshit
and a Muslim who speaks five tongues
and Momma was in the CIA.."
the oldman wondered when the drug
was ingested into the school lunch
by the fat old ladies
who mixed the macaroni.
Perhaps there was hope if the girls
went Mormon and followed Marie Osmond,
"I lost fifty pounds on 'Fuckfast',
look at me now," fat chance and no fructose,
the oldman wondered about 'the obese,
those Gold Bond users of brushing thighs
and overheated assholes...
was Medicare there.
The Elite couldn't care nor give a share,
tax deductible events for the select few
that send a stand in, a walkabout, a beard,
a functional representative of the upper class
who no longer live in vulgarity with illegals...
"Emerging Market Mansions in Hong Kong
with a view of the harbor,"
offered some silly bitch
on CNBC.
Maybe Stanley has a secret, the Central Bank of Israel...
spies and nuclear bombs help, a global nation,
one world family...hard to beat..
long track record.
"Face facts...USA is not Today!"
But times pass by those watching television.
Above the Horn.
Beyond the Reef.
Home on the Hill.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Summer Holidays...Alone Again!
0637/2015 79/88 Blue Skies NW 5/10 75%H.
DOGS 11,952 99.29 1529 36.32. Libor 13. Vix 16.
Greetings from the Hill.
Clean windows and shiny floors,
classics without television,
a fan in the corner...
cats in the President's room,
the oldman on the Big Mac.
"Command Central again", laughs Jeffery
with bread and beer for the cripple,
an early drive to Albertsons,
swiveling in the computer chair.
Some people are blessed with good spirits.
Another week without default or collapse,
as finance ministers about the globe invent
creative financing without the help of engineers,
mathematicians trained in Fedspeak...
hustlers whoring for the Hedge Hogs,
accountants painting books opaque,
lawyers inventing loopholes
"For all the fucking Cheats...
every would be taxpayer", snorts the madone,
taking the breeze far from the sleaze.
Kick the can down Maiden Lane into the alley
behind the Broad Street quarters
when a dollar was a buck...
"Before the Federal Reserve Fuck!"
Ronald Reagan's dollar is worth 44 cents!
Lyndon Johnson's buck is only 14 cents!
"Who makes this shit up?"
Some people think that corruption began
when commodity trading was a seat in Chicago
with a view from the windows
overlooking the ships and trucks
of wheat and whiskey...
the necessities of prohibition
provided by a shadow government
that operated outside 'the law'...
Imagine if a scoundrel had Obama's ear,
worse than the cunt who was head of CRTC,
another derivative bitch like Wendy Gramme...
even more wicked than Blythe Masters,
conspiring with Penny Pritzken,
a Daley whore...
head of Chicago Transit, the CSE,
then a director of the Federal Reserve,
an arranged Obama senate seat
by Blag, the idiot of all time...
said to be a billionaire
from Habitat Inc. but more likely
her real estate REITings....
"This transition represents an endorsement
of the Exchanges strategic plan to leverage
existing volume and connectivity
and to integrate a state of the art
electronic trade matching engine
in order to attract new business...
we welcome these key industry leaders
as shareholders, and are confident
they will play a significant role
in increasing shareholder value
while we continue to serve
the investing public',
hohofuckingho....
where is Lance and Markit?
Obama couldn't read that!
This bitch can cut Bernanke's balls.
Billy Daley eats her pussy.
"What kind of fag is Barry Boy?"
"What kind of city is Chicago?"
"Black Thug Gangs and a Jew Mayor!"
"Come back Al Capone!"
The oldman watched the noon news
every day at one.
A dump truck of gold is half a billion.
Albert Pike was an odd one, said to be
a Baphomet with Mazzini, Palmerston
and Von Bismarck, the Order of Perfectibility,
writer of the Illuminati ritual tome,
cofounder of the KKK after Lincoln,
his park flooded, maybe the statue will fall.
"The Federal Reserve's actions in recent years
have doubtless helped stabilized
the financial system,
easing credit and financial conditions,
guarding against deflation
and promoting economic recovery...
all of this has been accomplished, I should note,
at no net cost to the federal budget
or the US taxpayers."
Bernanke lies better than Greenspan!
What a world of silly talk.
Happy Birthday, Gemini Girls!
This pretender in the White House
is playing at another's war
soon alone behind a closed door
with no lock or key.
Above the Horn,
Beyond the Reef,
At home on the Hill.
''
DOGS 11,952 99.29 1529 36.32. Libor 13. Vix 16.
Greetings from the Hill.
Clean windows and shiny floors,
classics without television,
a fan in the corner...
cats in the President's room,
the oldman on the Big Mac.
"Command Central again", laughs Jeffery
with bread and beer for the cripple,
an early drive to Albertsons,
swiveling in the computer chair.
Some people are blessed with good spirits.
Another week without default or collapse,
as finance ministers about the globe invent
creative financing without the help of engineers,
mathematicians trained in Fedspeak...
hustlers whoring for the Hedge Hogs,
accountants painting books opaque,
lawyers inventing loopholes
"For all the fucking Cheats...
every would be taxpayer", snorts the madone,
taking the breeze far from the sleaze.
Kick the can down Maiden Lane into the alley
behind the Broad Street quarters
when a dollar was a buck...
"Before the Federal Reserve Fuck!"
Ronald Reagan's dollar is worth 44 cents!
Lyndon Johnson's buck is only 14 cents!
"Who makes this shit up?"
Some people think that corruption began
when commodity trading was a seat in Chicago
with a view from the windows
overlooking the ships and trucks
of wheat and whiskey...
the necessities of prohibition
provided by a shadow government
that operated outside 'the law'...
Imagine if a scoundrel had Obama's ear,
worse than the cunt who was head of CRTC,
another derivative bitch like Wendy Gramme...
even more wicked than Blythe Masters,
conspiring with Penny Pritzken,
a Daley whore...
head of Chicago Transit, the CSE,
then a director of the Federal Reserve,
an arranged Obama senate seat
by Blag, the idiot of all time...
said to be a billionaire
from Habitat Inc. but more likely
her real estate REITings....
"This transition represents an endorsement
of the Exchanges strategic plan to leverage
existing volume and connectivity
and to integrate a state of the art
electronic trade matching engine
in order to attract new business...
we welcome these key industry leaders
as shareholders, and are confident
they will play a significant role
in increasing shareholder value
while we continue to serve
the investing public',
hohofuckingho....
where is Lance and Markit?
Obama couldn't read that!
This bitch can cut Bernanke's balls.
Billy Daley eats her pussy.
"What kind of fag is Barry Boy?"
"What kind of city is Chicago?"
"Black Thug Gangs and a Jew Mayor!"
"Come back Al Capone!"
The oldman watched the noon news
every day at one.
A dump truck of gold is half a billion.
Albert Pike was an odd one, said to be
a Baphomet with Mazzini, Palmerston
and Von Bismarck, the Order of Perfectibility,
writer of the Illuminati ritual tome,
cofounder of the KKK after Lincoln,
his park flooded, maybe the statue will fall.
"The Federal Reserve's actions in recent years
have doubtless helped stabilized
the financial system,
easing credit and financial conditions,
guarding against deflation
and promoting economic recovery...
all of this has been accomplished, I should note,
at no net cost to the federal budget
or the US taxpayers."
Bernanke lies better than Greenspan!
What a world of silly talk.
Happy Birthday, Gemini Girls!
This pretender in the White House
is playing at another's war
soon alone behind a closed door
with no lock or key.
Above the Horn,
Beyond the Reef,
At home on the Hill.
''
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Another Hurricane Season.
0636/2012 78/88 Blue Skies E15/25 65%H.
DOGS 12151 100.6 1544 36.26. Libor 14. Vix 16.
Greetings from the Hill.
A breezy beautiful day in paradise,
classics and the Weather Channel
with a sleeping cat in the bedroom,
chili simmering in the galley...
the oldman was changing his habits.
Yesterday he walked without a cane
shopping at Albertsons for provisions
and necessary hurricane supplies...
"Just in case."
The painter had finished his 'big one'
after a year's work in Key West,
a visit to Boston for family and hockey,
then off to visit brother in Denmark
and perhaps The Canary Islands...
"The Adventures of Stephen LaPierre in Winter,"
mused the oldman realizing the fellow
was on the blog for eight months,
but then the Stanley Cup playoffs
had just begun with a shutout.
Funny seasons in Key West of course...
always off course.
Certain things seemed peculiar north and south,
one might wonder who is conniving the plot
to rape the neighbors of all assets,
Goldman had already fucked Mexico
on a currency scam with derivatives,
Wells Fargo was laundering drug money,
oil supplies are depleting fast
and drug cartels murder with abandon...
"Hope for Change!"
Homeland Security monitors the border,
the IRS inspects bank accounts
and guess who fears chinese investment
in shale oil reserves,
gold, silver and platinum,
water and electricity.
"Just another 'Little War'."
The rich are different...
'they' don't worry about spending
a few thousand a day any day,
not the cruise ship visitor
or the drivedown from Miami,
certainly not the working Conchs,
maybe the crooked politicians
planning another waterfront hotel,
pirates and schemers reduced
to sucking off the school board...
"Build a better school for dunces
with extra large toilet seats
and a penthouse
for the superintendent."
Corruption and the mockery of law,
the Joker grins with treasonous mirth,
pretending to lead the masses
while keeping them on their asses,
more lawyers in the White House
and this pair not practicing,
"Like forgetting how to ride a bike,"
bitched the madone disgusted
with the frauds,
wondering how this wimpey fake
became Leader of the Free World,
Commander in Chief of The United States,
Assassin of Osama.
A pathetic excuse for a decision maker.
"Don't blame Barry...
he's doing his best,"
support his followers
in stupidity.
Bernanke, Dudley and Geithner have a plan...
"Restoring fiscal sustainability,
safeguard financial sector stability
and boost competitiveness
for sustained growth and employment,
reducing the deficit to achieve reforms
to improve business climate for economic recovery,
downsizing public sector employment
and closing public entities...
reducing entitlements for some,
lowering tax exemptions
and raising property taxes,
as well as when necessary...
privatizing government assets,"
hello, goodbye, close the door behind you,
the scumballs are collecting monies
that government did,
parking meter change,
tollway fees
and airport charges...
all just the beginning,
"Hey, Asshole, look at a food stamp card,
JP Morgan Chase, ho fuckingho!"
Somewhere someone must have a clue
about who is using the glue
that keeps the wings from falling
from the ship of state,
a nation built on the Rule of Law,
a constitution conceived by Masons,
an empire financed by Bankers
with accountants and lawyers.
H. Rodgin Cohen is the Wizard of Wall Street.
Imagine if he wrote an honest autobiography.
"Making the Loopholes in the Laws!"
"Have a pint, oldman, this shit is a waste,
what do you think you can learn anyway...
and if you do discover the pattern,
then the assumption is a plan in action,
a 'model'....get a grip on a Guassian Coppula,
some asshole formula based on insurance risk,
'it's' all risk management,"
the chimes rang all day at twenty knots,
the painter below was happier this week
selling work every day.
The ultimate question would be
how much information Obama can process
and how cogniscient is he on current affairs,
does he understand the balance sheets
of the Treasury Department
and The Federal Reserve...
the Department of Defense
and the Invisible CIA.
Perhaps he cares not to know.
Grin and pretend.
"Hey,hey...'it' is a toothpaste ad,
Talking Tits and smiling white teeth."
Auntie Valerie took in the shrew
and trained her in city politics,
300T at the top of the payroll
as in house attorney while the wimp
practiced his jump shot...
"Maybe she's an older sister from Syria."
The Chicago connection is even stranger
if one believes the black socialist faction
of the Democratic Party and the Muslim Movement.
Black poets talking with saxophones,
strutting for a white blonde...
Sammy Davis Jr and Kim Novack,
the Korean War...
Stanley Dunham and Huissein Obama,
separate ways of thought,
a boy grows up with Granny
and masters the jump shot,
dreaming of the NBA,
now dribbles in the White House.
Momma worked for the CIA
and briefed him on the world
when back on the Big Island,
she taught him five languages,
including Mandarin...
he talks to Timmy
and fucks up the chinks.
Maybe something is going on!
The recession is being called a depression,
however such thinking is psychosomatic
to believers in happiness...
a rocking chair on a balcony,
a cold beer and fat joint,
a bowl of chili with whole wheat,
a breeze in the keys.
Knowing when to stop
and enjoy oneself.
"'It' is all in the vocabulary
and the languages, imagine if...
all the dumbass fat fucks in school
became wizards with Rosetta Stone
and spoke five languages...
"Take your pick!"
"Kicking the can down Maiden Lane,
now that's kind of funny
if a person was inclined
to the subtle humor
of Greenspania,
such a wealth of truth
within the emails
of Alan and Rog...
but horror of horrors,
the engineering was not there,"
laughed the oldman
weary of the game.
Above the Horn.
Beyond the Reef.
Waiting for the Rain.
DOGS 12151 100.6 1544 36.26. Libor 14. Vix 16.
Greetings from the Hill.
A breezy beautiful day in paradise,
classics and the Weather Channel
with a sleeping cat in the bedroom,
chili simmering in the galley...
the oldman was changing his habits.
Yesterday he walked without a cane
shopping at Albertsons for provisions
and necessary hurricane supplies...
"Just in case."
The painter had finished his 'big one'
after a year's work in Key West,
a visit to Boston for family and hockey,
then off to visit brother in Denmark
and perhaps The Canary Islands...
"The Adventures of Stephen LaPierre in Winter,"
mused the oldman realizing the fellow
was on the blog for eight months,
but then the Stanley Cup playoffs
had just begun with a shutout.
Funny seasons in Key West of course...
always off course.
Certain things seemed peculiar north and south,
one might wonder who is conniving the plot
to rape the neighbors of all assets,
Goldman had already fucked Mexico
on a currency scam with derivatives,
Wells Fargo was laundering drug money,
oil supplies are depleting fast
and drug cartels murder with abandon...
"Hope for Change!"
Homeland Security monitors the border,
the IRS inspects bank accounts
and guess who fears chinese investment
in shale oil reserves,
gold, silver and platinum,
water and electricity.
"Just another 'Little War'."
The rich are different...
'they' don't worry about spending
a few thousand a day any day,
not the cruise ship visitor
or the drivedown from Miami,
certainly not the working Conchs,
maybe the crooked politicians
planning another waterfront hotel,
pirates and schemers reduced
to sucking off the school board...
"Build a better school for dunces
with extra large toilet seats
and a penthouse
for the superintendent."
Corruption and the mockery of law,
the Joker grins with treasonous mirth,
pretending to lead the masses
while keeping them on their asses,
more lawyers in the White House
and this pair not practicing,
"Like forgetting how to ride a bike,"
bitched the madone disgusted
with the frauds,
wondering how this wimpey fake
became Leader of the Free World,
Commander in Chief of The United States,
Assassin of Osama.
A pathetic excuse for a decision maker.
"Don't blame Barry...
he's doing his best,"
support his followers
in stupidity.
Bernanke, Dudley and Geithner have a plan...
"Restoring fiscal sustainability,
safeguard financial sector stability
and boost competitiveness
for sustained growth and employment,
reducing the deficit to achieve reforms
to improve business climate for economic recovery,
downsizing public sector employment
and closing public entities...
reducing entitlements for some,
lowering tax exemptions
and raising property taxes,
as well as when necessary...
privatizing government assets,"
hello, goodbye, close the door behind you,
the scumballs are collecting monies
that government did,
parking meter change,
tollway fees
and airport charges...
all just the beginning,
"Hey, Asshole, look at a food stamp card,
JP Morgan Chase, ho fuckingho!"
Somewhere someone must have a clue
about who is using the glue
that keeps the wings from falling
from the ship of state,
a nation built on the Rule of Law,
a constitution conceived by Masons,
an empire financed by Bankers
with accountants and lawyers.
H. Rodgin Cohen is the Wizard of Wall Street.
Imagine if he wrote an honest autobiography.
"Making the Loopholes in the Laws!"
"Have a pint, oldman, this shit is a waste,
what do you think you can learn anyway...
and if you do discover the pattern,
then the assumption is a plan in action,
a 'model'....get a grip on a Guassian Coppula,
some asshole formula based on insurance risk,
'it's' all risk management,"
the chimes rang all day at twenty knots,
the painter below was happier this week
selling work every day.
The ultimate question would be
how much information Obama can process
and how cogniscient is he on current affairs,
does he understand the balance sheets
of the Treasury Department
and The Federal Reserve...
the Department of Defense
and the Invisible CIA.
Perhaps he cares not to know.
Grin and pretend.
"Hey,hey...'it' is a toothpaste ad,
Talking Tits and smiling white teeth."
Auntie Valerie took in the shrew
and trained her in city politics,
300T at the top of the payroll
as in house attorney while the wimp
practiced his jump shot...
"Maybe she's an older sister from Syria."
The Chicago connection is even stranger
if one believes the black socialist faction
of the Democratic Party and the Muslim Movement.
Black poets talking with saxophones,
strutting for a white blonde...
Sammy Davis Jr and Kim Novack,
the Korean War...
Stanley Dunham and Huissein Obama,
separate ways of thought,
a boy grows up with Granny
and masters the jump shot,
dreaming of the NBA,
now dribbles in the White House.
Momma worked for the CIA
and briefed him on the world
when back on the Big Island,
she taught him five languages,
including Mandarin...
he talks to Timmy
and fucks up the chinks.
Maybe something is going on!
The recession is being called a depression,
however such thinking is psychosomatic
to believers in happiness...
a rocking chair on a balcony,
a cold beer and fat joint,
a bowl of chili with whole wheat,
a breeze in the keys.
Knowing when to stop
and enjoy oneself.
"'It' is all in the vocabulary
and the languages, imagine if...
all the dumbass fat fucks in school
became wizards with Rosetta Stone
and spoke five languages...
"Take your pick!"
"Kicking the can down Maiden Lane,
now that's kind of funny
if a person was inclined
to the subtle humor
of Greenspania,
such a wealth of truth
within the emails
of Alan and Rog...
but horror of horrors,
the engineering was not there,"
laughed the oldman
weary of the game.
Above the Horn.
Beyond the Reef.
Waiting for the Rain.
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