The First Female Vice President.

0707/1947 80/87 Blue Skies E10/15 70%H

Greetings from the Hill.

A beautiful day in paradise, sunny and showers,
morning notes watching crap television
waiting for the surprise to change
Bullshit Boy's concept of 'Change'.

Sneaky John was beaming with pride,
who could ever imagine this script...
the oldman loved this family.

"Hey, she was better at basketball
than that uppity halfwhite boy,"
the madone loved this change of plot.
"What a true American Story,
born in Idaho, moves to Alaska,
dad a teacher, mom a school secretary,
falls in love with high school sweetheart,
a Yupik Eskimo," he beamed with joy.
"Returned to Idaho for BA in journalism,
a minor in politics, back to Wasilia
to marry Todd and raise a family,
Todd a four time 'Iron Dog' champion,
their oldest son off to Bagdad next month,
at twentyeight a councilwoman,
at thirtytwo a mayor, at fortytwo the first
woman Governor of Alaska."

The oldman loved this story
stirring the chicken soup but worried
how the Evil McCain would dramatize
Baby Trigg and his Down's Syndrome.

Blue skies and a lovely breeze outside,
classics from Havana with static,
two year's ago was Katrina then Rita,
now Gustav and Hanna...
10,000 weary guardsmen off to help
while the vultures speculate on oil,
fucking gamblers always betting
in the Great Casino of Debt,
hedged now always by derivatives,
Greenspan's 'perfect insurance'.

"And if that ain't the crock of shit,"
snorts the madone studying Google Earth
and the island of Molokai where
Jake was visiting Uncle Ernie,
the oddest couple imaginable.

"All those ugly bitches for Hillary
will have a problem now, twenty percent,
nasty, pushy, beligerent dikes...
real women will love Sarah and
Michelle can be Queen DikeHag,
hofuckingho, she's nasty enough,"
chortled the madone,
enjoying the possibilities
of social change in the Beltway,
the WhiteHouse would remain white,
and Ferraro could smile.

Would any of this change the course
of the ship of state steaming
towards the Arabian Sea,
DumbFuck's final attempt
to complete disaster
or a bankrupt Treasury
and Federal Reserve with toxic IOU's,
economists dumbfounded in europe
with no solutions to the mess,
Ben and his smartfarts partying
in Jackson Hole...
"We stand ready to take additional actions,
it's not the Fed's job to bail out investors..
we will act as needed to limit adverse effects
arising from disruptions in financial markets."

HohofuckingHo, a big fat recession
is a volcano erupting."

"It is our twentieth wedding anniversary today,
and I told Todd it would be a surprise,"
softening the hearts of talking teeth.

The oldman had passed out before Obama bullshit,
he disliked the uppity halfwhite,
bigeared grinning fool...
of course he hated the party
of George FuckHead Bush.

A hazy day in paradise,
a light breeze
in the keys.

Between
two storms.

After Fay and before Hillary

0705/1951 81/90 Light Clouds ESE/10 70%H

Greetings from the Hill.

Another beautiful day in paradise,
up early and no water..a hot pump,
broken lines beneath the house,
intruding insurgents...
the oldman trimmed the broken pipe,
replaced the fittings and took a walk
to Walgreens, his discount dream,
enjoying the sun.

Cats fed, plants watered, floors swept,
perusing the Internet favorites,
morning notes with breakfast
on the balcony...
Plumber Jack was back
on track,
straight in week four,
sober in week two
avoiding those with temptation.

This week of the convention in Denver
with the Wimp and the Wacko
while the Clintons scheme bringing
Florida delegates into the fold,
and that fucking Bill
and his dirty deeds repealing
the Glass Steagle Act
and....passing during 106th Congress
'The Silk Road Strategy Act of1999 ',
the prick who pardoned Rich as well,
a very evil pair indeed.

"Well, what's 'it' all about besides oil
and all that natural gas for Europe,
China and India...Hofuckingho,"
chuckled the madone at lunch,
a peanut butter sandwich with milk,
the diet for an onlyone.

The lunatic pawn of the Bushbrainers
and their incompetent generals
fucked up again in a miniwar...
"Operation Brimstone, what a joke,
the navy was not allowed in the Black Sea,
Putin pissed on George's shoes,"
cackled the madone following
events on Pravda and others,
his favorite, GlobalResearch.ca,
no US bullshit.

IOUSA opened about the country this week,
would the braindead consider the content,
discuss the ramifications of the situation,
hardly likely, whine about the popcorn price
and bitch in the plaza parking lot over
another store closed.

David Walker tried and no one listened,
now with a born again Pete Peterson,
they are trying for change...
not the silly sophistry of Obama,
looking more like a pretentious pansy,
apathy allows indifference to a system,
disgust without disdain,
change by avoidance,
denial of decision.

"Hey, we're all in 'it' together,
let's pool our debt and spread 'it' out,
yeah, debt diversification...
send some overseas to the greedy upstarts
of democratic capitalism,
market populism to the masses,
back to Walter Wriston emulating
Charlie Mitchell, city slickers
spreading financial products
to a global market...
Ah, yes, the free market that
transcends politics and dictatorships,
the great levelor of trade,
the floating dollar,
hofuckingho...
about to sink into the dark liquidity
of the Caspian Sea,"
mocks the madone always amazed
at the stupidity of gullibility,
a dumbed nation of watchers
who believe the actors they see
are real, the words they utter
are true, the faith they project
.....honest.

"When lying becomes acceptable,
deceit is normal and fraud..
is the law," sighs the oldman
ready for an afternoon walk.

A beautiful breeze
in the fabulous florida keys
above the Horn
beyond the Straits.

Imagine What If.

0701/2002 82/91 Blue Skies SW/5 70%H

Greetings from the Hill.

A hot day in paradise in a quiet house,
cats sleeping and birds gone,
classics from Havana,
History Channel in the bedroom,
the crippledone in the pool,
life without interruption.

"Interrupt this oldman,
George Insane is doing 'it' again,
that fuckhead is mobilizing on water
for the naval blockade of Iran...
Operation Brimstone,
with all the suckass countries,
even your pussy Maple Leafs,"
growls the madone always
suspecting the plot
behind the plot.

'It's all about oil, stupid.'

"Yeah, fuckingyeah, that oil slime
sends the black bitch snaking about
bribing for missile shields
to surround Iran and Russia
and cut off the pipeline
through Georgia, Hofuckingho,"
pissed off with media lies,
he watched Pravda and Regnum,
barked at Fox and CNN/Disney.

Saakashvili bombs and kills
2000 innocents invading South Ossetia
during the Olympic's truce,
typical US Israeli tactics,
cowardly administrations
and gutless leaders
who avoided service
to war vicariously.

Create the bogeyman fear at home
to avoid the reality of chaos,
unite against the yellow peril..
glowing uranium.

Who wants to know the truth
of defaults and deceit,
the corruption of congress
for gangsters on Wall Street
and bankers on Main Street..
"Hey, those fucks buried FASB,
so much for fair accounting,
not a hope in Hell now to find
about the shadow system
unless reading Markit,
but who reads graphs,"
snorts the madone amazed
at the nerve of the chosenones
of the FED, licensed thieves
for the Treasury at usury,
the Goldie Socks gang
who have fucked up housing
and the loan business and now
will operate the infrastructure,
financing the purchase of tollroads,
the Pennsylvania Turnpike gone..
"Trundle and Tranche those bonds,
own a share of the roadway on which
you cannot afford to drive."

Sorryass saps watching the country bleed
slowly through the summer waiting
for CHANGE that will be
chumpchange if the other is elected...
income tax increases to the already poor,
return of the inheritance tax,
a home sale tax,
all those foreclosures
and imagine Barry Bambi as
COMMANDER IN CHIEF...

God bless America, the land I love,
the people are lost and leaderless,
braindead from white bread,
too much greed in the head.

Recycle and bicycle

Save stamps

Avoid freeway ramps.

White Shirts and More Lies.

0658/2007 80/88 Blue Skies E/5 80%H

Greetings from the Hill.

Another day in paradise...
the indianwoman crippled,
wasting away in bed,
chickens eating dogfood,
chores neglected...
no one to help.

"Close the door, get off the floor."

The oldman had no patience
for wagbag walkers.

He didn't like Obama either,
a grinning dildo like Bill
who both were pussy whipped,
cumcheese on crumpets,
smelly snatch eaters...

He'd been listening to
David Allen Coe's 'dirty records',
pretty funny thirty years ago.

Quiet streets without outsiders.

Watching television was an experience
in the persuasives of advertising
still suckering the assholes...
"Buy buy until goodbye,"
laughs the madone.

The Gaussian Copula had failed
as had the Black Scholes model,
the theory of elliptic copulas...pure crap,
an anologue of implied volatility
based on Greek from geeks...

"Housing is collapsing,
state budgets in shambles,
unemployment soaring and
savings invisible..
the dollar sinking,
the bond market doomed
by 'dark liquidity' and
accounting malfeasance..
all shall be saved by
the King of Debt
and the Treasurer of Duncedom,
HohoFuckinghiyoSilver,"
laughs the madone.

A 99cent breakfast takeout
to eat on the porch
of a Mc Mansion,
summer delights from McDonalds.

Ride the bicycle

hide the SUV.

Watch FreeTV

Listen to Alice Cooper.

Walk to Fausto's.

No breeze in the Keys
above the Horn.