Whatever could come next.

0718/1914 78/84 Cloudy SE/5 80%H

Greetings from the Hill.

A strange calm day in paradise,
perhaps the laidback are laidout...
banks unwilling to loan to each other,
short term money gone long,
LIBOR rates going to the roof,
equities plunging to the floor,
no realtors at the door...

"Horror of Horrors, let's lunch
while the plastic's good..
and have fun in the sun,"
laughs the madone
to his friend from Greenwitch.

The Wheasle was on again this morning
acting like the rejected worm he is,
"Embarassing and pathetic",
says Peggy Noonan,
"A defeated bill of the party in power
means resignation in most nations".

But not in the rein of George Insane.

The oldman wondered about this 'thing',
'all about oil' and the money pixels,
electronic transfers at all times
and instant accounting of balances,
credit and debt, transparent and opaque,
cooking books with smoking pens...
certainly nothing was learned from Enron,
the same stupid shit globalized
through commissioned salesmen
under the umbrella of 'meritocracy'
"Boy, ain't that a lovely term,
the realtor, the broker, the banker,
now that's a three headed dog
barking at Hell's Pond,"
cackled the madone.

The Odd Couple, she babbled
while he blathered
like a toothless woman,
where was gaypower
and queerbucks...
another silent minority
in a disgusted nation.

"Well, you assholes, get ready to live
with CHANGE, a new lifestyle,
jailbirds will eat better and no
gas to buy or mortgage to pay,
'they' can save money",
snorts the madone.

"We lost over a trillion dollars",
wails a grovelling politician to TV,
hoping to confuse with fear
and force a vote for 'Mo Money'
from the taxpayers deep pockets
some time in the future.
"A Trillion here, a Trillion there,
soon we'll be talking real money",
said somebody funny,
but there was no jokes on The Street
or in The House as the rats
scurried about looking to find
another disease to start
another plague to begin
feeders off life
breeders of death
Of a Once Great Nation.

King Rat Dimon was doing well,
after all had not JPMorgan
created the con in derivatives
then sliced the tranches of CMO's,
to distribute to greedy bankers,
taking from Freddy and Fanny
then repackaging bonds to nations
like Russia and China
for a handsome fee of course,
"Guaranteed by the USA,
IN GOD WE TRUST,
imagine all those athiests and buddhists
buying that bullshit,"
belches the oldman,
grey skies and classics from Havana,
the end of another month,
the financial quarter,
more lying numbers from Washington
and a chance for Hedge Fund investors
to take the money and run
for the gold
"But the Gold is all gone,
hiding somewhere unknown,
maybe in yellow submarines,"
mused the oldman sighing
going downstairs
to check the bullion
in the freezer.

The Mogambo Guru claims the Chinese
government banks are accumulating
vast amounts of gold to establish
a financial system backed by gold
not facetious specious fiat...
clever little laundryman
collecting coins.
By amassing such monopoly
the world standard would become
"Up your ying yuang."
Twenty years of planning for 2020
have been assisted by the Dunce
who in eight years destroyed
a hundred years of progress.

Get your children a Chinese tutor
and a Mexican cook...
maybe a canadian hockey coach.

Things are slowing down in town,
of course it's October
and quite pleasant without
those wasteful extravagant visitors
showing off their wealth,
eating and shitting.

As Deak the Freak would say,
"Two Legged Shit Factories."

The sun is shining in paradise.

Blue skies and beautiful.

A slight breeze in the Keys.

Recycle and bicycle.

What would Paul Newman say to Barney.

0717/1917 78/83 Grey skies E/10 80%H

Greetings from the Hill.

A rainy day in paradise, death is dreary,
the oldman was sad about his favorite star,
but eighty three is a full life
with one woman
and a sultry voice...
fucking with Orson Wells and Liz,
sucking eggs with George
"We have a failure to communicate,"
caused more shit for the policestate
at that time before BushCops
and Homeland Security .

"What would Paul say.."

'"Fuck the Fed and elect Ron Paul,"
but he never said 'it',
tough shit, maybe he was a chickenshit.

Kind of like the two assholes
not debating, not relating,
just kissassing to sponsors
who invested in advertising bullshit,
GE and NBC with Cramer Crap
and talking tit teeth.
Very pathetic ruses for attention
to the middleclass market
with Freddie and Fannie toxic slime.

Arms to be gone
like soldier's legs
in a domestic financial bomb.

Warren Fuckit Buffett and George Soros
leer and profiteer at the expense
of the dumb stupid masses
sitting on their overweight asses
too lazy to question the elected liars
who soothe and ooze the verbs
engineered by scriptwriters
that create compliance...
cows eating cud.

"Well what about the 'Get Rich Quick Thing',
that infomercial on late night, foreclosures,
a house for $500, that sort of thing,"
wonders the drunk at three in the morning,
worried about his gas tank,
thinking about CHANGE
but really chumpchange.

"Sure sure, blame 'it' on the outsiders,
Bush is too stupid to understand derivatives,
Greenspan told him but so what,
he wanted to finish Daddy's War
and be the COMMANDER...
money, materials and manpower,
what an executive,"
growled the madone disgusted
with the smartasses like Uggla,
creating indices for imbeciles
and bankrolled by prime dealers...
Markit Markit Markit
save the crooked market.

Sorryass horsefucks from Fort Riley
caused the Spanish Flu,
this epidemic is from the floors
and greedy banker's doors
who opened houses
to germs in too many bathrooms.

Walk to work

if you have a job.

Enjoy an afternoon nap
and walk the wife.

Enjoy the sunsets.

And a breeze in the keys

Above the Horn

Paulson takes the Grill for Bookcookers

0718/1921 78/85 Blue skies E10/15 70%H

Greetings from the Hill.

A beautiful day in paradise,
classics from Havana,
cats sleeping and CNBC ranting...
today Ben is alone with representatives,
Paulson crying with the two dunces
wailing and bailing,
wondering what to steal
and not reveal.

The Senate Banking Committee yesterday,
such a television treat to watch
as these watchdogs stumble
and fumble with words
overlooking numbers...
"That represents $7,000 per household,"
figures a wise one contemplating.
"But only $2,300 per person,"
offers the 'hold to maturity' advocate
against mark to market
and 'firesale' pricing'
a proponent of cashcards at birth.

Senator Dodd had a chance for the throne
but had those Mozzili sillys
with the rest that love BofA
and look at them now...

Going after the Goldie Sox gang.

Now Schumer is senior in New York,
keeping the shrew on the leash,
but who wants this fucking mess
started by Wonderboy Bill...
Phil Gramm and Greenspan,
Summers and Rubin,
and coke from Columbia,
"Hey you fucking assholes, give me the Truth."

Not a hope in Hell, these twenty deadheads
were responsible to monitor the Fed
and sucked Bush's tit for four years,
then under Pelosi did shit
while the Shrew manipulated
in her bitch's brew
with the dike's of America.

"Great Ceasar's Ghost, such a dilemma,
a pickle in the porkhole", laughed the madone.

Could there not be a voice of reason,
a combination of Sense,
the good doctor and Elizabeth Dole,
a Secretary herself...
"Credit Default Swaps over 63 Trillion,
an Over The Counter derivative market,
a growing counterparty crisis that
is swept under shadow banking,"
Paulson stuttering again, Ben in tears,
the heart felt for the academic,
but not the baldheaded bullshitter.

All very nice, this capitalist democracy
based on who owns the debt
and who can collect, the mob is gone,
no broken knees on Wall Street,
just fuckup bonuses, 'Paid to Fail'
and a parachute to Dubai.

"Hey, look at the Odd Couple,
imagine if this pair took over...
the Democrats stall the Bailout,
maintain control and lose the White House",
snorts the madone amused
at the scenario of the shrill
and Mister Mumbles,
better than Bojangles.

"And think of Sick Dick
and the gun totting bitch
fatassing in his chair,"
snapping a pint
and watering the rooster.

The oldman sighed,
his broken shoulders ached,
there would be no surgery
not even pain pills,
just living with pain
beneath one's means,
drinking at home and
saving ten percent each month.

Walking to the bus stop.

Sweeping the sidewalk.

Watering the chickens.

Above the Horn.

Inside the Straits.

Lies Ties and Fingers in Financial Dikes.

0715/1923 78/85 Blue skies E10/15 75%H



Greetings from the Hill.



A beautiful day in paradise,

swaying palm trees in the breeze,

cats fed and plants watered,

the odd roar of a motorcyle,

the rooster crowing for catfood...

the opera from Havana,

the Red Sox and Blue Jays

across the hall.



All seems well.



"Yeah, asshole, we are blessed

for reasons unknown, but...

that buthead in the Whitehouse,"

the madone getting geared up

over the disasterous policies

of the whore of Wall Street

bailing out the banksters

and corporapists, trading toxic paper

for treasury credits and Fed fiat...





"The Fuckball keeping Goldie Socks

alive to survive with 'it' all,

the deceptions of derivatives and

the 'Bet on Debt' at the US Casino

with ETN's and ETF's, new schemes

sneakier than the CDS's of toxic slop,

trading shorts through Rydex.."
fumes the madone as the machine
fucks up like asshole americans.

Ron Paul was interviewed on CNN,
'Doctor Sense' who won't support
either incompetant candidate.

Poor old Greenberg loses 20 Billion,
a lot of AIG on his face from
another snot trading derivatives,
"Hofuckingho, insuring insurance
without dead bodies or burned houses,
just evaporated paper,"
growls the madone pissed.

The terrorists have renewed power
with the collapse of Money Power,
the free market is social insurance
for the rich and shit for the public.

Government fools administrating finance,
the Rat that whined on dollar burgers
while sequestering bullion...
"More, more, I need more",
at the Senate Door.

Fagasaurus Rex opening the vaults
to another collection of thieves
to keep the F and F alive,
the fantasy of every sleezeball politician
to be empowered with spending
"Buttfuckers and Buckfuckers".

Houston citizens have no water,
can't shit and don't even revolt.

The steers are hungry.

Time for a third party,
a talking jackass and a senile elephant,
a sorry ass state of affairs.

Turn the lights out...
if you still have electricity.

Walk to work.

Still a breeze in the keys.

After Gustav, Hanna and Ike

0716/1926 78/85 Cloudy NE10/15 80%H

Greetings from the Hill.

Back to the fun after a budget problem
and another skirt with the wind,
all windows boarded up
just in case...
of course Bill did the hard work
climbing to the second floor,
then racing home ahead of Ike.

Two weeks watching the unraveling
on Bloomberg and CNBC...
while reading 'The Conspiracy of Fools',
the Enron story and 'The Age of Turbulence',
Greenspan's interesting interpretation.
"Yeah, an applicable background for the end
of summer Bush League, Hofuckingho,"
snorts the madone coming to life.

"Well, well, the week is over, and ..."
sputter the talking tits and shiny heads.

"Changes never imagined in my lifetime,
hardly free markets with shorts gone
and insurance insured by the government,
and who will lead these Changes,"
wonders the commentator in confusion
as the Market rebounds another 500 points'
a billion shares, all that commission
up and down the toilet flows.

Deeper into Joe Fourpack's pockets,
cutting him down to quarts

"Ah, yes...let Lehman go, Enron was 63B,
the largest bankruptcy, this one, ten times
and the unknown offbalance sheet shit,
OTC derivatives, the fake opaques
soon to be uncovered as the SEC
vows to regulate this shadow market,
Hofuckingho... Welcome to the
United States Socialist Republic,
how ironic and no healthcare,"
growls the madone
joining the oldman on pirate wireless.

Ah, yes, the great leaders of finance...
the global expansion of american
financial products after shylocks,
credit is debt, to owe better than own,
charge a yacht or a barge.

Trundle and bundle the tranches
for baby suburban ranches...
toxic sludge packaged shit,
unlike Milorganite,
grows nothing rots everything,
eventually destroying the very fortunes
of those writers, packagers and traders
of borrowed money, the 20/20 Club,
"Horror of Horrors, could the HedgeHogs
short the Investment Funds, Oh Oh,
put a stop order on shorting Financials,
Uncle Henry, Cousin Chris.. save us,"
whine the Goldie Sock gang
who created 'it' all.

Kind of strange how soon catastrophes
are forgotten, millions dislocated and still
without water and toilets, basics..
the JPMorganChase building in Houston
got trashed, the Bush family's hometown,
Galveston gone, save the OnePercenters
and let the others 'Save at Walmart',
the suit and tie elite who run the 'Street'
and fuck Main Street, but that was
in another time before instant cash
and electronic trading and records
are out there 'somewhere'...

Lies from the Traitors,
the Traders of Greed.

New phrases with the uptick,
"You must want to Save."

"God will give you a Piggy Bank."

"Ten Percent still gets you to Heaven."

Recyle and bicycle.

Above the Horn.

Inside the Straits.

In the fabulous florida keys.