I planted 10,000 of the damned things today. My back is simply kaput, tot, dead. My hands don't work, my knees are shot and my neck feels like it survived a botched hanging. This is going to be short because I desperately need a wiskey.
Somebody should shoot Greece and put it out of its misery. Poor buggers (oops!) got downgraded again today all the way to single-B...as though anyone cares. Last week, however, amid the talk of the Euros (read Germans) probably having to come up with an extra 30 billion or so Euros on top of the already committed 110 billion, there began the rumbling that Greece would abandon the Euro altogether which caused to currency to rapidly decline against the dollar. That of course was rapidly dismissed by most of the adults involved but the speculation lingered over the weekend and into today. The currency bounced back a bit but the problem that I expect to rise up shortly is the perception that Emperor Europe is walking around without too many clothes on.. I really don't believe that things can improve without growth (as Carter suggested) which means that the boys have a pretty tough call: either they face reality and begin restructuring in earnest or take the pure political route and inflate their way out of the problem. The latter may well be unacceptable to Hans and Brunhilda but remember, this is all about the banks and all about money. Do the bankers get bailed out yet again or does the Volk triumph? Remarkably, I don't have the answer but I do know that this growth thingy better start happening over here or else The Leader and his gang are in for trouble in 2012. There are just so many terrorist leaders out there to whom you can give a double tap and boost the polls.
The Suit and Madame Clinton are in China today along with Jovial Joe Biden which scares the heck out of me whenever they allow him out on his own. Anyway, nothing is certain to come of this so I will leave it to the historian to write about whilst turning to a small but really good piece of news; Poo Bair has decided to call it quits. Now of course this may result in a complete disaster in re the new appointee for the head of the FDIC but I shall try to remain positive in approaching the future. The problem, of course, is the horrific piece of legislation that forms the template for the work of any agency head but ol'Poo and demonstrated such a lack of understanding of the matters at hand that one suspects she could misinterpret the Sermon on the Mount with relative ease. Anyway, she's gone and I just might add another wiskey to my evening's medicinal portion in quiet celebration. I should be in fine fettle about four hours from now.
See ya.
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