At Home for Thanksgiving.

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Greetings from the Hill.

A beautiful day in paradise, somewhat cool...
cats fed, classics from Cuba, roosters crowing,
the last weekend of a month of Change
yet all seems the same with banksters
the corporapists, gangsters and pranksters,
smooth words with deceit and dissemble
lying in your eye stealing apple pie,
Obama acting in charge, Bush absent...
"Yeah, without a letter from Pop,
another mess, another failure,
this one, the nation," growls the madone.

Fences make good neighbors said a sage,
the Love Lane Improvement Society
decided to rebuild an eyesore
after ruined by their remodeling,
but only kindly Bill
paid for and did the work...
answers are not solutions.

A week watching television, Bloomberg early,
then CNBC, talking tits, suits with smirks,
every day parading the charade of truth,
pretending the puzzle beyond understanding,
panderers to the great coverup...
"Fucking right, three Trillion Dollars
printed for Paulson by Bernanke,
a TARF for the TARP, saving CITI,
sucking Goldman's titty," growls the madone.

A view from a window of the blue,
palm trees prevent madness.

The crisis in spending requires liquidity,
available funds for lending
opening the vaults for 110 Million Households
spending a little over 2 Trillion,
6 Million Households higher up
spend the same, 100T to 1M incomes.
135 Thousand rich shits, 1M to 20M
spend 270 Billion.
"Who dares to care about gas and groceries."

In this socalled newage of austerity,
one wonders if the inhabitants can survive
without prepared entertainment and food,
spectators propagating hemmoroids,
walking to the bathroom,
"The family unit would have to contribute
to each other functioning as a team
in the great American Dream, of course
after counseling and rehab...
the obeisity battle begins at home,
salads and water, fat asses
get no passes,"grumbling to the kitchen.

"The Counterparties have been paid off
with the Fifty Billion or so...
the Default Swaps are next,
'it' will take a Trillion dollars or more,
this situation is global,"
a funny smirk on the old jew's face,
the biggest loser in the world,
his company stolen by pirates
sailing the good ship Derivative,
all AIG on his face,
chatting to CNBC from Key Largo...

History Channel and more myths,
no such thing as the Battle of Bunker Hill,
'it' was Breen's Hill, Paul Revere was gay,
a black runaway slave was the first martyr
of the Boston Massacre,the Summer of 75.

"Fucking assholes beleive their own bullshit."

Heart pains and weak legs, stuck at home,
banks use loan money for acquisitions,
the Bailout a Fallout, Bushshit...
CitiBank gives the Mets 400M,
AIG gives Manchester 25M,
GM cans the Tiger,hummmm.

"The Financial Market turmoil is stabilized,
the Fed is buying the MBS of F and F,
this is a once or twice in a century situation,
conservatorship mortgage spreads up,
there is a problem with AAA paper,"
stuttering and swaying, bobbing and nodding,
the oldman had sympathy for his fortitude,
"We will work to the last day,"
when Geithner takes his job.

And the Markets fell again.

"By securitising the Debt,
the new bond's risk will be spread,"
echoes the ghost of Greenspan
repeating and repeating
until the revolvers come down.

"Spread the debt and insure the couterparties,
concentrate the deal with the few
by the few, Licensed To Steal,
Goldman and JPMorgan,
BofA and Merrill, Wells and Wasitfuck,
consolidation for the nation,
Chevrolet Motors and WalMart,
so much for individuality,
guaranteed by the US of DEBT,"
pissed and popping a pint.

Watching the tourists gawk and talk.

Elections and Thanksgiving over.

Santa Claus is coming.

A cool breeze in the fabulous florida keys.

Above the Straits.

Blue Skies and Beautiful

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Greetings from the Hill.

Yeah, fucking yeah, back in the waves,
goddamn machine is malfunctioning,
WiWi's from ATT monitoring the signal.

A gorgeous day in paradise.

Classics from Havana, CNBC in the East,
cats fed and sunning, doves eating,
below Hilda mothers her chickabees
in Bill's porch garden.

Bill, the neighbour, repairing
the Love Lane fence
for Connie Lee...

PI Bill is too busy to visit.

Economic Populism makes large promises
without knowing how to finance them...
Paulson's Folly..Harp on the Tarp,
then Change to social Capitalism,
market capitalism guaranteed by government
and a nation of Debtors...
"Send the taxpayers share certificates
of invested banks as collateral...
Fucking Bullshit again, Treasury Bonds
discounted at 80 Basis Points,
spliced and diced for speculators,
Tarp Bonds to cover
the toxic waste barrels
transported to Duncedom,"
growls the madone
pissed with the Great Coverup,
the League of Liars,
a nation so diseased with deceit
that all are guilty of the con...
sell shit to family and friends,
anything for money,
make the deal,
feed the need
to play the machine,
get a handle on the gamble,
leverage the odds
and sell the Debt.

"Oh, oh, who opened the door
to the Money Store...
and we trusted the pin stripes,
should have been Joe not Phil,"
mocking spokesmen.

Believe what you see,
not what you hear.

Voiceovers.

Clean clear windows
and camera's to picture.

A cool breeze in the Keys.

Beyond Insanity.

Bicycle and recycle.

Big Change or just small change.

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Greetings from the Hill.

A depressing grey sky day,
ten knot winds for the Power Boats,
a wake at Capt. Tony's
for his fifty years of compassion,
faith and understanding,
the laughing eye of lust
for straights and gays,
"Why Not."

Forty years ago in another age,
the oldman got clubbed in Chicago
at Grant's Park for another's dream
about freedom of speech...
"And the whiteman lied and lied
and told and sold promises
of a home of one's own, regardless..."
Nixon, Ford, Carter, Reagan,
Bush, Clinton, Bush,
and where is Osama, Obama????

The Four Fools will not exit without
blackmail on the email,
Volker and Rubin with Soros,
"Hey, Hitler had the VW,
one label one brand,
our country stores,
guaranteed by USA...
WalMart, BofA, General Chrysler
and one plastic card,"
snorts the madone,
pissed with 'it' all.

Bush gives a speech, the Market falls,
Tarp is implemented, down 500...
"Oh, oh, 'its' so volatile, why why,"
wonder the talking tits
to the baldmen with zits
watching their ratings
dreaming of Merideth,
the younger and older,
with a body slammer
and a numbers cruncher,
who to believe, who to trust ,
which face on the box.

"The ThreeHeaded Dog from Styxx,
who owns GMAC and Moparts,
and Albertsons, Hofuckingho,"
snorts the madone sipping
warm beer watching
palm trees sway
and staying away
from Capt. Tony's wake
at Joe's Bar.

"You're so beautiful...
you remind me of my wife,"
making Kathy's heart swoon
and 'Mad Jack' proud,
who printed his tshirts for Mayor,
'If you Care', 'If you Dare',
then 'Why Not',
and Sonny McCoy
lost to the barefoot Mayor,
when times were good.

Then times changed with gentrification
and the big money buyouts
of local originality,
"Made in Key West,"
became a gay disease.

TLC, tender loving care
had gone Republican...
Thieving Lying Cheats.

Crooked lawyers and
paid off politicians.

Gullible homeowners
greedy for debt.

SUV's and Plasma TV's.

Sink the Vandenberg
and pay the 'Ducks'.

What fools we elect.

Beyond the Straits
and above the Horn.

In Paradise.