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Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Obamas Favorite Dessert...Who Writes This Crap??

Today is Veteran's Day. We are fighting two wars, we have skyhigh unemployment, a national debt roughly the size of Rhode Island, and more domestic problems than you can shake a stick at.

And somebody takes the time to write this stuff? And somebody else takes the time to read it?

I don't give a rat's ass about Obama, his wife, his kids, his ugly dog, his pizza chef, or his pastry chef, how big his penis is, or his golf game.

I do however care about my country and the people that died trying to defend it so that dipshits like this could write stories about pastry chefs.

Man, I gotta tell ya. If this stuff doesn't smack of Nero fiddling while Rome burns, I don't know what does.

Make sure you thank a vet today for his service. Show some gratitude and respect for the things that matter. Obama or his pastry chef? Er...not so much.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Senator Chris Dodd, Just Another Innocent Victim

Forgive me. Big news day. Coming in waves.

You have to love a guy that knows how to spend trillions of your dollars, a self styled banking expert saving the planet from financial Armageddon, yet he doesn't know the slightest thing about the Countrywide VIP program? Whether or not he is getting a special rate or terms, when getting his own mortgage?

So which way do you want to spin this, Chris? You are a genius when bailing out banks with TARP yet you are an absent minded and drooling idiot when it comes to spending your own money? Which is it Chris? Are you a genius, idiot, or victim?

There aren't many people I despise more than Christopher Dodd. The drunken lout and girlfriend killing antics of Teddy Kennedy rated high. Maybe. Blarney Frank, a giant weiner that is full of shit as that name implies, who while in attendance during a pot raid just prior to the elections somehow managed to stay out of the "media"-and my number one self serving miscreant, Hammering Hank Paulson. Queen of the self serving and greedy elite. But the soup du jour we serve today is...

Sen. Chris Dodd, banking chair. Let's take a look at his latest Frankenstein creation. A whole new regulatory agency and bureaucracy to do the job that other bureaucracies failed to do. See this piece of work here:

Now let's look at Chris Dodd's campaign contributors courtesy of Open Secrets. It looks like a who's who of every banking giant in the U.S. Dodd, a co-conspirator of that TARP masterpiece, is bought and paid for by banks. See it here:

So ok, how does Dodd conduct his personal life? Well he gets cozy with one of the biggest mortgage crooks, Angelo Mozilo, of bankrupt Countrywide fame. Then Dodd feigns stupidity on Angelo's private little lending program. Interestingly enough, they focused on the mortgage rate rather than the other terms of the note. No mention of the 200,000 dollar Irish cottage that Dodd bought from a crooked pal, when neighboring comps on the Emerald Isle were selling for 800 to 900k. Chris you are simply a peach.

View this poor victim Dodd here;

The investigation is completed. He was cleared! You can bet that was a "thorough" investigation. By who? Kind of reminds me of that OJ verdict. See it here:

Interestingly enough, there is no mention of the deal Dodd got on his Irish cottage. Seems no mention of that anywhere in the great ethics investigation. See it here:

A year later, a TARP opinion.

So now, Dodd is trying to rehabilitate his image in the face of next years election by introducing this wasteful propaganda. All that was missing was a tear or two running down his cheek. How about about a simple redux of the Glass Steagall act and the other laws you deconstructed that allowed this whole fiasco to unravel in the first place? That would be too cheap and effective.

Chris Dodd, one of Frankenstein's finest. Is Dodd guilty? Well if you quack like a duck, walk like a duck, have webbed feet and a just might be a duck. Even if a group of your pals tells us you are not really a duck.

Dodd has a cottage waiting in Ireland. Go in peace. The Irish might not let him in.

Frankenstein Loves the Lottery

Ok, here's the question of the day.

Who is the greatest lottery winner of all time? Of course. Frankenstein wins 1/2 of every lottery win in the U.S.

In fact, in my home state of Idaho one year, a huge lottery windfall made up a significant portion of a budget shortfall.

Good gamblers, like Frankenstein, don't take gambles. Frankenstein has never bought a ticket.

Now every Christmas, about the first time I start hearing Christmas music, which neatly coincides with the day after Halloween, I think of Jack Whittaker. Whittaker's story is so sad, that it bears remembering. Whittaker cashed one of the biggest lottery tickets of all time, 315 million. Well, he and Frankenstein. In fact, Whittaker only got 114 million. Frankenstein kept 201 million for himself. What happened next is worth remembering, it happened Christmas day, seven years ago, and it goes something like this...

What's truly unbelievable was that this ticket could have been a 900 million dollar annuity because that option was selected. Wow. Be careful what you wish for.

Knowing The Day That Follows Your Dash

It's kind of a morbid thought really. Knowing the second date after the dash on your tombstone.

Most of us manage to live a decent dash while some of us don't. Most of us don't know what day will follow that dash, but alas, there are a few who do.

Some seven years after the DC sniper shootings, Mr. Muhammad is going to become one of those rare individuals who know with precision what day that's going to be. That day is today. In fact, it may have already happened.

What motivated the DC snipers to randomly kill people? Words fail and chances are...where Muhammad's headed, nobody's going to bother asking him anyway.