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.