Blue Skies and an Easterly Breeze

Greetings from the Hill
73/83 BLUE SKIES E5/10 0655/1738 60%H

A gorgeous day in paradise, survived another month,
palm trees swaying in the noontime breeze, cats
sleeping on the balcony, still sipping cafe conleche,
windows clean and floors swept, a retirees' life.

"Hey, turdbird, you been retired since Carter lost,"
laughs the madone in an unusually good mood
despite the ominous news from honest sources,
those bloggers not on the advertisers' take,
media connivers who convince the gullible fools
to put up decorations and lights four weeks
before Xmas..."Hey, its for Real Estate Sales,
a home for the Holiday," mocks the mocker.

"So what about these CEO cheeseburgers
on Fall Street, a lot of relish on their buns,"
aluding to the fuckups who get vast bonuses
and stock payouts to lose billions, but where,
where is "it' lost, writedowns held on books'
"Duhh, like off the books balance sheets,
the ones the raters, Fitch and never snitch
get paid to ignore, accountants, regulators,
evaluators, appraisers, kind of like having
Joe Kennedy head of the S.E.C.,the system
is devised for the system....wait until the
Chinese and Indians play the game."

The oldman sat back taking the sun through
the open window, perhaps the talk of recession
was merely a WhiteHouse coverup before
the extension of war, domestic problems first,
"Who gives a fuck about 'away over there',
when we're losing the house and can't afford
pizza and beer."

Could the situation be as diabolical as actors portray,
a cheerleader as commander in chief....
Rasputin who never wore warboots and a cabal
of alsorans running for Hedgehogs..
the oldman sold out to the Ragheads with Zapata,
he had the magic touch and developed Offshore,
dumbfuck couldn't find oil if he fell in a hole,
the moron was a pin the tale on an elephant.

"All very cynical, but the demented rule the masses,
and the masses have become messes and spineless,
eight years of Bab's fool to be followed by the Bitch
or the crooked party and the Golden Morman...
his daddy was one of the best and Mitt made
a success at Bain, how ironic that an expert
at the game could rid the nation of theives,"
dreamed the oldman a dream, an american dream.

Blue skies and beautiful,
a delicate breeze in the Keys,
above the Florida Horn.


"Hi Yo, Silver, away.

Grey skies and light showers

Greetings from the Hill
74/82 GREY SKIES E/5 0653/1735 80%H

Breakfast in the presidents room, rain and open windows,
a cheese omelette, home fries, orange juice, toast and jam,
cafe conleche....the woman below in the suite
waiting for the wedding.

"Something sneaky is happening,and starting at Faustos...
three dollar eggs, four dollar bread, four dollar cheese,
beer holding at three dollars a four pack," suspects
the madone trying to maintain the weekly budget.

The rape is beginning by the corporapists...
the thugs of Wall Street, juniors of Jr., the Jews from Yale,
"Yes,yes..certainly a muddle in the middle of the financial
puddle, but what can one expect from the Prince of Duncedom,
an asshole who leads a nation into 450 billion annual losses
and a fifty trillion debt, this fuck is going to solve the
domestic dilemma...what a gutless collection of citizens
who smile and bend over for a financial bumfuck...
while Bushites flip the fuckees a half dollar for a Washington,"
growls the madone pissed with sadsacks in halftracks.

Doctor Coy was trimming the balcony oregano and offering,
"The DOW has the first big sell signal, computers reacting
to 1250, tangling with the twisted tale of derivatives and
confusing the bankers' greed whose seedlings shade all
dealings in darkness...opaque for this global fake,"
a mysterious smile as sunlight shone through showers.
..."And interbank market making may be suspended...
the dollar sliding to 149 on the Euro, gold to 814,
oil flirting at one hundred a barrel, the yen to 107,
all forcing a selloff of Hedge Fund assets levered through
the carriage trade...Ho Ho, back to horses,"
the oldman sighed and wondered if everyone realized
their global worth was falling..falling....falling......falling.

"It should not be a shock to anyone that reads Roubini,
Kunstler, the foriegn papers of course and not the
advertising rags of the, as the madone calls, corporapists,"
replanting fat stems in new earth, inhaling the herb...
shaking his head, "Now a discovery that FHLB of Atlanta
gives Countrywide 51 billion bailout guaranteed by their
worthless toxic subprime, and that Mozillo gangster takes
a 100million at 32, B of A takes convertibles for 2billion,
the stock down from thirtyfive to eight...just the tip..."
the clouds clearing, blue skies and beautiful,
far away from the fools in commercials and commerce.

"Profits privatized and losses socialized becomes
sleaze capitalism and corporate wellfare, another
public bailout of reckless lenders....and who condones
this criminal financial behavior, ' Where the buck stops'
at the Wheasles' desk..." adds the madone pissed with
the greedy corruption of the worst administration in
american history, condoned by greedy moralists and
offshore patriots, exiles by intent, the true tax evaders
and corporate raiders.......
the corporapists, soulsucking parasites, who are now
draining the last halfdollars under elitist socialism...
"Sound familiar.."


Grey skies and a cool breeze
in the florida keys

"Have a nice day...Eh."





their global worth was falling..falling....falling.

Sunrise on the Hill

Greetings from the Hill.
72/82 BLUE SKIES NE10/150646/1737

Sunrise in the presidents' room, classics and TV31,
settling into the new quarters after a month
of change, dire predictions, and another guest...
the homelessindianwoman found a home
as soon as she can afford to leave.

That crumbling world of the american economy
has sustained through 11/15 without collapse,
so much for honesty in accounting..FASB 157.
Goldman Sachs has the Wheasles' ear, Yalites,
golden socks of Rubin, Thain, Rederbauer, Och,
Bolten, Paulsen....Central Banks of Canada and Italy
"Hey, if you want to be relevant be secret and opaque
with a president on the take."

On the Rock, new town captured old town, change
among the mindless mouths.."Build build, sell sell,"
fucking greedy asshole parasites never satisfied
until the last yard is pooled or paved, all trees cut.
Big Mac the pastor turned realtor again mayor,
"This phoney fuck is as dumb as a Cuban bun,"
grumbles the madone, disgusted with liars.

"What about that dollar, if that ain't a conspiracy
by the jewish bankers and the Ragheads, hoho,
'hey, yanks..xmas presents or fuel oil', and head
offices in taxfree Dubai, fly Airbus, haha,"
mocking the mockery of richrats departure
to the world of sand and glass houses
where all is transparent.

Cats fed, plants watered, floors swept, movie on,
life in the flat above a perfectly kept suite,
the aroma of coffee and homefries drifting
up the stairs, the soontobemarriedone typing
her morning notes of love...to Bill Brown.

"Enough is enough, nothing ends on Thanksgiving,
stuff the turkey with cash."

Blue skies and beautiful.
these Ilsles of Eternal Sun
on the Florida Horn.