Friday, January 22, 2010

BETTY GRABLE

Talk about legs! The story was continued today in a manner that defies description and comprehension. Just when folks were beginning to get their arms around The Leader's statement of yesterday to which he has now attached Volker's name, it seemed that every Dumbo...eh...Democrat legislator jumped up to announce that they were not about to support Ben Bernanke's reappointment. Immediately, the leadership announced that they weren't sure they had the votes and delayed the confrontation until next week. Most folks had already concluded that The Suit was toast but the destruction of the administration's entire financial team had never been given serious credence except for a few viewers on the fringe. Reality then struck.

You gotta feel sorry for ol' Helicopter Ben. One should never trust a politician especially this present layer of pond scum that inhabits D.C. but having compromised every principal he had he rightfully might have expected better treatment than this. Didn't happen. The Leader, having decided that rank populism is the way out for him led by bashing anything that looks financial, dragged members of his party into that self-dug septic tank and the hell with anything or anybody that was in the way. It may be self-delusion on my part but I think that the public is warming to the idea that one can rely on nothing this guy says and that this administration is in the first phase of a death spiral from which they may not emerge. The stock market tanked again and I wouldn't be surprised to see a major correction beginning next week and unless there's somebody around to restore confidence the whispers of "double-dip" may become shouts. Not good.

If this wasn't enough, up pops Barney Baby announcing that he's about to end Fanny and Freddie's lives and replace them with something else. Once again The Suit was no where to be seen. And while this was going on The Leader was out in Ohio, tie-less talking to the working man. If he was Mexican I think he'd be wearing a leather jacket and screaming, "COMPADRES" at all and sundry that faced him. What a schtick!

Look, I'm not hoping for doomsday to arrive but this administration makes one yearn for the good old days of Jimmy Carter. Gang, unless somebody comes into touch with reality we could be in real trouble. Whether The Leader and Tall Paul have it right by the banks is rapidly becoming immaterial in an administration that is living in fairy coo-coo land. ... --- ... if anybody still remembers Morse Code.

Tough weekend coming up. Colts vs. the J E T S JETS! JETS! JETS! I'm torn

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