Bailing out SIV's and SUV's.

0650/2014 81/90 Blue skies SE5/10 60%H

Greetings from the Hill.

A lovely day in paradise,
classics from Havana...
Beverley Hillbilly's on FreeTV,
billowing clouds over the Straits,
cats sleeping in chairs,
the oldman was in therapy again.

"The Sociological Imagination
by C Wright Mills, my heavens,
that's Kennedy vintage,hummm,
reading with color cable, classic movies,
favorite reruns and all those
commercials you hate,
probably smoke in bed,"
mocks the madone
over the oldman
decoupling from americanism.

Wall Street, a classic twenty years ago,
a seven am watch for the unemployed,
troubles and issues begins Mills
comparing private and public distinctions
between the inner and outer man,
the oldman still had his book collections
from the days of 'Camelot'.

At ten, Jon Stewart, then asshole Colbert,
off to Chicago and Nash Bridges,
while assimilating the evolvement
of scientific and humanistic cultures.

"You watch the noon movie on GAYTV,
and TULSA, who's queer in that,"
wondering with a cold pint.

"It's about success, sexuality and ecology,"
smiled the oldman.

The radio crackled and the air was damp.

The television set downstairs
had a volume problem,
just captions...no voices.
"Fucking cunts, makes one naseous,
whores and bores, fruits on Bravo,
voiceover on every ad, hopeless couples
using Tilanol and KY after an Arby's,
but listening to that constant hype..."
the oldman was inundated
by advertising idiocy
after five days.

The economic crisis had been averted
so politicians could be with loved ones
counting what was left.

The very idea of government backing
seems appropo of Duncedom,
a collection of lying thieves boondoggling
the braindead masses with dreams
of a better life, a better wife,
complete healthcare, cheaper airfare,
a solution to pollution...
"Hofuckingho....no money for JoeFourPak,
save China, Japan and Russia,
a paper war and guess who lost,
all during the rein
of George Insane,"
growls the madone
who hated bureaucrats,
the whores of political pimps.

Oh, oh, can I count the derivatives
in the shadow exchanges
or off balance sheets
in Over the Counter
and under the table transactions
of the fake opaque...
so many greedy young men
dreaming and scheming
at their consoles
playing outside the Street
in new bourses
with new horses.

"Take the money and run boys,
convert to gold, hide the toys,
and don't come back...
nothing left to sack."

Goldman and Sachs are experts,
they and the others raped Mexico
and now fleeced their own Uncle Sam...

Traitors are always traders.

Grey skies in the west,
thunder and crackling.

Time for two o'clock brew.

Recycle and bicycle.

Don't drink bottled water.

Pee in your backyard.

Above the Horn of Florida.

FEDS fly in when FOOLS fall out.

0647/2017 81/88 Blue Skies SSE5/10 75%H

Greetings from the Hill.

A beautiful morning in paradise,
blue skies and swaying palms..
sunlight on the scaffolding,
cats sleeping, doves cooing,
hens stealing food
and chickens fly.

The oldman was distressed
with the US dilemma...

The FED, SEC, CFTC, GWB
and all regulatory and supervisory
bureaus and bodies
seemed like the RATERS
and the twit Dodd,
with the whole pack of clowns
serving the citizens of DEBTDUMB
seemed not to have noticed
the signs...myfuckingmy.

"But the computer programs were
not modeled for shortfalls
or downfalls,
certainly not twenty per cent,
the FED balances inflation,
absolutely recessionproof,
the American Dream; up, up and away
in you new Chevrolet,
and the stock is seven bucks,"
mocks the madone
pissed with the chickens,
perhaps the two dozen birds
could be penned.

A HenPen egg farm
surrounded by the herb gardens
and tomato fields
protected by the nuts above...
one had to consider the future
when faced with an economic downturn,
dangerous curves
and falling stocks.

"And the price of catfood...
ripfuckingoff the petlovers
time for bulkbuying
and home cooking...
for those with a home
and time......"
the madone hosed down
a chicken on the sidewalk.

The strange thing about the Bush League
is the image of leadership...
not one of distance, hardly aloof
and apparently unworldly...
"Why goddamn, a shotgun riding
pickup truck good oldboy,"
parodied the madone
of a nation reformed from the excesses
of the eighties, Ronnie and Nancy
pontificating 'Just say No' while
everyone over twelve said 'Yes'.

GeorgieBoy couldn't find a wet well,
didn't last long at anything,
failed at everything, then given
management of the Texas Rangers...
a cheerleader who flunked flying
becomes the American Dream Sportowner,
apple pie and pretend to fly,
learn to cheat and lie
from the best...
"Read my lips, no new taxes,"
family ties and family lies
and secret connections
to wealth power and knowledge...
Poppa was the CIA and the China Man
who fried shit in a CFR skillet
and simmered in a Carlyle crockpot,
president at the height of greatness,
living to see a son,
'the blacksheep one'
reduce a nation to impotence.

"Or what...another conspiracy."

Millers High Life
seventy five cents a pint.

Recycle and bicycle.

Twelve month farming.

On the Florida Horn.

Happy Fourth of July.

0642/2019 80/90 Cloudy E/5 70%H

Greetings from the Hill.

Grey skies always depressed the oldman,
"Reading the BIS annual report will too,"
snorts the madone with breakfast.

Toasted crumpets and cream cheese,
Total and milk, chilled orange juice,
classics from Havana, FreeTV,
the pipe filled...
"And the good old summertime begins
with fireworks at nine o'clock,"
feeling better.

Tuesday was Canada Day to the north,
"Well it has been for a while,
merely a Dominion with differences,
life appointed senators and a PM
not elected, love that oil price...
the largest exporter to US,
then Africa, Mexico, Venezuela,
then the fucking ragheads,"
grumbles the oldman
always pissed with lies.

A week wearing out the failing eyes
seeking new sources of TRUTH
but getting weary of the same,
writers who repeat and knock off,
mental masturbators...
Jim Daughty is a favorite,
Chris Whalen, Denninger, Kunstler,
Roubini a bureaucrat now,
but not a funnyman since who ???

Really sucks without comedians
when the roof is disappearing
and bankruptcy is nearing,
"Poor fucks going sailing..
Harfuckinghar,
yardsaling their treasures."

"Hey, how come China has
two trillion in US reserves,
Japan a trillion, Russia 500B,
India and Taiwan 300B and
the US twentythird with 75B,
maybe its the derivatives
and credit swaps that
no one knows about,"
wondered the madone
lighting the pipe
at midmorning.

Square jugs was clever,
once a few brains are freed
of greed to improvise,
the flag can fly free
and proud,
above the traitor traders
seeking world dominance
through globalization.

"Fucking assholes ruin the farm,
mortgage the home and
whore the daughter
to be a Hedge Fund operator,
with a wheelbarrow
full of money,"
the broken arm
hurt.

The sun was shining
in paradise.


A refreshing breeze
in the florida keys.

Bicycle and recycle.