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Saturday, October 1, 2011

CitiBank Now Following Bank of America, Stealing Money From Customers

Please take your money out of big banks. These are the banks that have socialized their losses via TARP and transferred those losses to taxpayers via treasury notes and the FED.

Now the insolvent big banks are going to steal 5 bucks a month from their customers. Please retaliate. This is what I did while dumping Wells Fargo two years ago. Find two local banks (one is a credit union the other is a small and local bank) and get two debit cards for redundancy. I selected these banks for free checking and these two perks. One of them waives ATM fees anywhere. The other gives me a free safety deposit box where I store my gold and silver until the government tries to steal that.

Here is the latest news from Zerohedge.

These crooked banks will survive just as long as you keep letting them plunder you. Don't vote for crooked politicians and please don't support crooked banks. You will be helping all of us. Feel free to send this link anywhere it might help...FG.

Quiet Lives of Desperation, A Sports Analogy Featuring Famous "Chokes"

Today the Boise State football team plays the University of Nevada at Reno or UNR. Today's game will be played in Boise. BSU has been installed as a 29 point favorite. The Nevada Wolfpack as you will recall, was the only team that beat us last year and dashed any hopes of playing for the national championship. It wasn't that we lost that game that is the subject of this well written, fascinating, and thought provoking piece. It was how we lost that game.

I am going to focus specifically on our kicker, Kyle Brotzman. I was surprised to see a wiki entry for Brotzman that actually recaps the disaster in Reno last year.

Oh how I felt when Brotzman missed those two kicks, especially the first one. You can't imagine how I felt because you see- I too have choked a number of times.

My first big choke was in a baseball tournament years ago as a child. I was the last batter, we were down a run. I was determined to get a hit and keep us in the game. Determined as I was, I struck out. In fact, I was caught looking at a pitch that was pretty much down the middle of the strike zone. A youthful team always blames the last batter. They called me names, shook their heads, threw down their mitts. My father, the coach, saw that pitch too. He mentioned that I should have swung. Of course I knew that. I can't tell you how emotionally bad I felt to be the anti-hero, the goat. In fact, that failure to swing at the last pitch that day- I think cemented my emotional future in sports.

I became a sports coward. It's ok, I've had some therapy and medications since then.

I don't think a lot of people enjoy disclosing that they are chokers. I might be the only one. I played organized sports all the way through high school. I learned to avoid situations where the game rested on my shoulders. I didn't want to feel the heartache of being the last batter in a losing effort. I was not the guy that wanted the ball last. However, I did play a game where choking was always on full display and unavoidable when it happened. You could not escape responsibility. It was golf.

In golf when you choke, there is no place to hide. Twice in two city wide tournaments as a youth, I was leading the field going into the final day. Of course my mind was racing the night before and allowed me little sleep. I didn't just choke those last two days- that would have been too kind. I completely blew any chance of winning long before the 2nd nine was played. It was terrible and humiliating. My ability to choke was on display in every golf match I ever played in high school. Time and time again, although I was a pretty good golfer, I would dribble my first tee shot barely out of the tee box. Always nervous. The golf coach, a sinister man, saw this during every match we played. So it was each year in high school, I had the best overall scores of anyone on that team. Not once did I pick up a "most valuable" award at the end of the year. By the end of high school, I hated that golf coach and I hated playing organized sports. In my mind, organized sports had become some dreadful event or veil of tears to deal with. I didn't pick up a golf club for the next three years.

My favorite choke, the worst one I have ever witnessed, happened to a guy named Jean Van De Velde. Playing in the 1999 British Open, a huge unknown underdog, all Van De Velde needed to do was card a crappy double bogey on the last hole to win the tournament. What I witnessed that day on television was one of the greatest chokes of all time. I swear it took at least a half hour of broadcast television for Van De Velde to finish that hole with a triple bogey. It was agonizing. He then landed in a play off and lost the tournament. I have loved Van De Velde ever since. I suppose in some vicarious way, he took me off my emotional schnide. Here was a guy that choked while the whole world was watching. I cannot tell you how bad I felt watching that disaster over 12 years ago.

I thought that might be the worst choke I had ever witnessed. Until last year.

When Brotzman missed that chip shot field goal in the Reno game and then missed another, I was in a state of shock. My first thoughts of course- were about missing a shot at the national championship. My second thoughts were about how fucking lonely the trip back to Boise was going to be for Brotzman that night. It almost makes me sick to my stomach thinking about it. I think I am better off not knowing. I do know that the hate mail was intense when Kyle got back to town, especially in the semi anonymous internet world.

So this year, Reno is playing BSU here today. Boise St. has been installed as a 29 point favorite. Key players have graduated from UNR and this game is very anti-climactic. Boise State should throttle the shit out of the Wolfpack. There is no real "payback" here, the damage has been done.

The real lesson in all of this is I believe, is that sports tends to be like life- only more intense. We heap all kinds of adulation and praise on winners- and sometimes we are unmerciful with the losers. The vast majority of us never make it to the big leagues. We never get a chance to triple bogey the last hole in a British Open or miss some chip shot field goal in Reno. For most of us, our sports inadequacies and flaws were uncovered long before we made it to those levels. So instead- we lead quiet lives of desperation, criticizing players far superior to ourselves when they screw up. I can't imagine being Van De Velde that day. Given my history and my nervous brain, I probably would have carded a 12 on that hole- or completely whiffed that chip shot in Reno. Maybe missed the ball entirely.

Almost 33 years has passed since I was some kid blowing up a golf tournament. It took at least 20 years for me to unravel one of the greatest mysteries of my life. How to deal with adversity in a healthy way. You see it's not a matter of whether or not you will fail at something; it's simply a matter of when. You will fail. It is inevitable. The difference is how you will react to failure. Will you run away like I did or will you get better? Will you have compassion at the precise moment it is needed for someone else or will you be part of the angry mob who blames guys like Brotzman for losing that game?

The BSU football team lost that game last year, long before Brotzman ever took the field. They had the talent to be up by three touchdowns and personally, I thought they played like shit. It was a team choke. And because of that, Brotzman will be forever known as the guy who missed that kick. I am not sure who the real sports villain is. I'd sure like to talk to Brotzman about twenty years from now. It would be interesting to see what he has learned.

So today, we have a big barbecue. The stadium is packed. I will probably only watch 1/2 of this game. I don't think it will be too competitive. Not expecting any chokes today.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

After Bailing Out Bank of America, The Bank's Latest Plan Is To Charge You For Using Your Own Money

Let's recap.

Greedy bankers bankrupt America with liars loans. When the scheme goes Ponzi and they run out of loans and money- not only do they avoid going to jail, but they manage to avoid bankruptcy by plundering US taxpayers for billions. They socialize their losses. They have helped pitch the world into a depression.

Their latest trick? They are going to take your money, give you nothing for depositing it with them, and then charge you 5 bucks a month to spend it. Everyone with a bank of America account should close it NOW.

It is time to quit doing business with crooks.

We Are About To Find Out Whether Or Not ObamaCare Will Render the Constitution Useless, That's What This Is Really All About*Updated

I think because I was a lawman in Moonbat City for so long, I became acquainted with how the nanny left or as I like to call them- the statists think. Often, I think their hearts are in the right place. Unfortunately for all of us, they never think shit through.

In a nutshell and quite simply, the statists believe that people must be regulated. That usually means regulated with regard to democratic and liberal platform subjects. Usually environmentalist causes. That trickles down to human rights, health issues, and money issues. That pretty much sums up what they are concerned about. The problem with the statist agenda is that it is remarkably inefficient, expensive, and it destroys free markets. It requires vigilance, oversight, and work- yet it is still terribly wasteful. Most importantly, we lose a ridiculous amount of money and freedom in the process. That is why statism is no longer tolerable and in fact- it is destroying our way of life. It is a disease that cures itself ultimately when the body politic dies.

The GOP, tax dodges, wars, and crony capitalism are no better. The GOP is simply an evil twin.

Government regulation and statism have spawned a horrible education system, an elite tax structure that defies belief, and a completely dysfunctional system of justice and fair play.

Public schools are a perfect example of well intended statism outliving it's usefulness. Privately educated children as well as home schooled children are kicking the intellectual pants off publicly schooled children. Intelligent kids in private settings are not shackled or restrained by a system designed to teach down to the least intelligent child. They are far more responsive and efficient. They turn out a great product. What they don't turn out is undisciplined, crack smoking kids, that infest and damage the workplace and burden society. People spending hard earned money on private schooling don't generally waste it. Not only that, but they still have to pay for public schooling. The double whammy.

Government taxing structures defy belief. We no longer own real estate. We rent it from the government. The rich and elite in Congress could have leveled out and simplified our tax codes decades ago. But they did not. That is not anyone's fault but theirs. It is not a mystery. Our tax code sucks because Congress wants it to suck. I cannot believe that in the 50 years I have been walking rare earth, not one person has taken that giant 3000 page piece of tax code garbage and turned it into four or five simple pages. Government inefficiency is what you get when the people designing tax codes are the same greedy bastards trying to avoid paying taxes.

The rule of law and restorative justice are gone. Replaced by Presidents and Congressman who will gladly look the other way just as long as they can reap some pecuniary benefit from bankers and shyster lawyers. Our country is just as insolvent and bankrupt as Greece. The only difference is that we can still print the money that the world uses. Until the world quits using it. That too- will come to an end. 

I honestly don't think that the nanny left realizes that there is no money left. That we can no longer afford to give everyone home loans and student loans. We cannot give the whole country unemployment and free food. We cannot afford to give health care to everyone and fight two or three wars. We are toast. The rich and the elite on the right, the rich and elite with their social programs and regulations on the left- have bankrupted us. It took less than 15 years, but les feat complet'.

Soon the noose around our necks is going to start to tighten. Those skirmishes in Greece will become skirmishes in America. We cannot pay that 15 trillion dollar national debt back. Deficits will add debt every year. We cannot pay the 115 trillion due social security and medicare recipients in the coming years. We cannot tax the rich to get out or get whole again. We cannot grow our way out with no jobs. It's far too little, way too late. There is not going to be some worldwide financial miracle that takes place. All debts are paid- either by the lender or the debtor. Always.

Which brings me to the point of this piece. Your personal freedom. My personal freedom. Earlier this year, I bought a passport. Not to travel with, but to evacuate. Today, the Supreme Court was handed Obamacare. Obamacare is the reason I obtained that passport. Obamacare isn't about health care. Obamacare is about government seizing control of its citizens. It's about forcing us to buy a product. It's about seizing your assets and redistributing and deploying your money as inefficiently as possible. Of course that's socialistic, perhaps even communistic. But that's not the key issue. The key issue is the rise of a new oligarchy facilitated by a minority of "public servants" who are now attempting to seize financial control over the lives of 315 million people. They are trying to strip you of the freedom of deciding how to spend the money you earn and what you can spend it on. I am glad that the Supreme Court has this case now. I will not have long to wait. It is the single greatest issue in the history of this country. I am not overstating that.

Nine people, virtually all of them from Harvard, are going to decide if the Constitution is a useless document or not. Five of those judges were appointed by conservatives, four by liberals. Two by Obama.

If this court were made up of constitutional scholars and patriots, I'd say it would rule 9-0 against Obamacare. As it stands, the very best we could do is a 6-3 decision and most likely 5-4. I think we stand a decent chance of losing. Personally, I think Kagan should recuse herself because of the back alley work she did on Obamacare. She failed to mention that while being questioned by Congress. Not that I am surprised. Doing the right think is no longer in vogue and doing the right thing at Harvard doesn't have a damn thing to do with unselfish behavior. (See the loss of the rule of law above)

Freedom and happiness are non negotiable. I am 50 years old and spoiled. I am too old to kill a few of these pricks and I am certainly unwilling to go to prison. That's what we are really talking about. That is what everyone is afraid to talk about. That's why Thomas Jefferson, the polymath and genius said that the tree of liberty must be refreshed with the blood of patriots and tyrants from time to time. Right now, the tyrants are winning. The tree of liberty is getting thirsty. If they manage to wrestle complete control away from us, they aren't going to give it back via negotiations or heaven forbid- some more crooked elections. It never works that way. The tyrants will think they have power, control, and the law on their side. In the mind of the new oligarchy- the issues will have been decided. You will either obey them or face the music. Not unlike the offer made by King George once upon a time.

Make no mistake about what I am about to say. If the Supreme Court allows Obamacare to stand, you can take that relic of a Constitution and wipe your ass with it. They will have rendered it useless. The government will then have the authority to seize whatever amount of money they need from you, tell you how you can spend the remainder, and lock you up in some penal colony if you dare even try to complain about it. Then of course you've got a few more things to look forward to. Wars, more taxes, currency collapses, inflation, 10 dollar gas. This rat knows when to jump ship. At least seven million rats (expats) are ahead of me. In Ecuador, the Phillipines, Australia, Canada, free places. No less free than here unless you still buy that illusion...I like it cheap and warm and so it is...

They speak English in Belize, the weather is nice year round, health care is less than 100 bucks a month and they've got a few American doctors and dentists. You can get a decent place for 300 or 400 a month. They have a hurricane once in awhile, but no blizzards, no earthquakes that I know of, and no tornadoes. Fishing's good, food is good, beer is cheap. Or so I'm told. I may be finding out rather soon.

*Others catching on.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Being A Zombie Is Good Work- If You Can Get It

Great story. Government at it's zenith. Hanging on with the apocalypse theme.

Why I Am Rooting For the Mayan Apocalypse

I used to think that all men, particularly as they grew older, were given some DNA programming that said the world was going to hell in a hand basket. It is universal. No old man has ever said how great life is- at the end of his life. Nor do those old men say- the future of America is promising. This is why.

Mark Zuckerberg killed a bison and ate some of it? This is what passes for news in America?

Let me tell you a little something. Nobody cares whether Mark Zuckerberg kills bison and eats them. I don't find that story amusing, interesting, or anything else. I don't find anything particularly interesting about Zuckerberg either. Take a look at that dog he is holding. A fucking Bichon Frise. I think that is some sort of French sissy dog. What kind of a man has a dog like that? And while I am at it, I don't like Facebook either. I think Facebook is the biggest waste of time on the planet. I'll tell you how important Facebook is to me. It ranks somewhere between idling at a stoplight and Roman Brio.
I can't believe Facebook is worth 10 grand let alone billions.

Not to be outdone, Yahoo posted this story about Justin Bieber.

A kid that can waste money on worthless shit and sings like a girl. Wow. So we've got two dorky kids with crappy haircuts, one with a stupid looking dog who eats bison burgers and another kid who sings songs called "Baby." We find them "fascinating." This is America, this is who we are- as our President likes to say. Meanwhile, several thousand years ago in the jungle...

...a couple of Mayan elders, very old men, are gazing into some crystal ball and tuning it in like an ancient Ipad. They scroll to December in the year, 2012. There they see images of Mark Zuckerberg and Justin Bieber. They turn and look at each other with wry smiles and nod approvingly. They agree. This looks like as good a time as any- for an end of times apocalypse.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

North Carolina Governor Takes Complete Leave Of Her Senses, NC Voters Very Proud of Their Insightful Governor

Wow. The NC Governor is calling for a suspension of Congressional elections. That way the idiots in Washington can focus on our job problem instead of their re-election problems. I hope that every one of them has to go back to becoming shyster lawyers or whatever worthless shit they used to do after they get bounced out of office. Grease their bank accounts with private sector money instead of ours.

When called on her shit- the Governors' spokesman said she was joking. Sure she was.

A classic statement from the statists. You voters are stupid. We in government have all of the solutions. See how good we've been doing?

Yea we noticed. That's why Congress has a 13% approval rate. The worst in history.  You cannot make this shit up.

Cuban Methusalah Calls Obama Speech "Gibberish"

Old man delivers some other opinions on "Obama's War."

Good Samaritan, Male, Points Out President's Similarities With the Anti-Christ...

...and gets thrown out of a fundraiser. This is not the tolerant, free speech loving left wing party that I've come to know and love. Not only did they label this poor sap a "heckler" but they interrupted him by chanting "four more years." Gawd help us. I'd rather vote for the heckler.

"Hey, will some one give that guy an unemployment check and get him the hell out of here?"

The Fifth Moron

The story I'm about to tell you is true. I have no interest in making something like this up nor do I possess the requisite imagination to do so. This story taught me a very valuable lesson. It is not mathematically impossible for four morons, all in various walks of life, to find each other at approximately the same time on the same day. I have learned one other thing. Sometimes it is very difficult to avoid becoming the fifth moron.

There are several people who read this blog that know this story. They were there along with me. I can only tell you my role in this because quite honestly, I was never interested in discussing this with the other parties involved. The other people involved in the Moonbat City Anthrax Incident did not think it was very funny. In fact, I believe, they would call my behavior unprofessional. To that allegation I would enter a plea of nolo contendere.

I was the Chief of Police in Moonbat City during the weeks immediately following 09/11/2001. Moonbat City is a small rural town, very out of the way and normally very peaceful and quiet. It is the last place on the planet that any terrorist would target. No secret military installations, no CIA headquarters, nothing like that. In the weeks following 09/11- some insane person began sending anthrax through the mail which was widely reported on national television and in the newspapers. Most people will remember that. Citizens all over the country began seeing anthrax everywhere and calling the police. This became a real headache for small police departments everywhere, including ours, because all of these reports were unfounded. By the time this particular call came in- I had already been schooled. Once because of a package of seeds in an envelope, the other incident involved some drywall dust on the bottom of a pair of boots. That was how it was in mid October, 2011.

Shortly after noon on that October day, I received a frantic call from dispatch telling me to shut down the local McDonald's Restaurant and barricade the parking lot. In fact initially, I didn't even get an explanation. So I waited. After a few minutes had transpired, dispatch explained to me that a McDonald's patron had found a balloon with a white powdery substance inside of it which he declared was anthrax. He had found the balloon on the ground in the parking lot. Rather than simply call for help, this guy had picked up the balloon and hit the highway, northbound in his car. He had called the Moonbat County dispatch center on his cellphone while driving toward parts unknown. Just a man and his anthrax.

Now I remember thinking, this must be somebody's dope. Then I thought, who carries dope in balloons anymore? I was lulled out of that semi-conscious state by an insistent dispatcher who apparently had decided to take control of the situation. She ordered me over the radio to shut down the McDonald's parking lot. I could not ignore her much longer. Eventually, I told her that shutting down the parking lot and that whole McDonald's vicinity was not going to happen. I tried to be nice, I think. That's when shit started getting really nasty.

While all of this goodwill was taking place over the police radio, the anthrax guy drove into a neighboring town's local hospital. He walked into the E.R. area, announced that he had been exposed to anthrax, and kicked off a general shutdown of the entire hospital. He was placed in the decontamination booth and hosed down after scaring the hell out of the nurses. Thankfully, he left his anthrax in the car.

In the meantime, I am thinking geezus. I better do something. I contacted my local fire chief. He agreed to come down and hose off the McDonald's parking lot after sprinkling it with anti anthrax fairy dust.

Back at the hospital, fire department personnel from a neighboring city were summoned to the parking lot by hospital employees. Following procedures, firefighters donned those white hazardous materials bunny suits with breathing apparatus' and retrieved the anthrax from the car. I was told they decontaminated the car although I am not sure exactly what that entailed. By that time, my ears were burning. Not only was dispatch thoroughly pissed at me, but they had gotten their supervisors involved. I did the only thing that made sense. I went home, avoided the lynch mob, and probably had a couple of drinks although I am not confessing. Sometime around 9 PM that evening, officers called me at my house. The Sheriff's Office wanted our department to take the now packaged and sealed anthrax to the state crime lab, 150 miles away.

I know what I said next. I said, "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

The following morning, the night shift cops told me how mad the Sheriff's Office and dispatch was at me. They were angry that they were forced to take the anthrax to the crime lab when in fact, this whole episode started at the McDonald's in Moonbat City. In our jurisdiction.

A day or two later, we found out that the white powdery substance in the balloon was in fact- lethal. It could kill you, but only if you were to choke on a pancake. It was Bisquick. Some sort of lab experiment at the high school. Apparently some kid had either kicked it out of his car or disposed of it during lunch at McDonald's. I very nearly pissed my pants while being told that news.

Interestingly enough, the local newspapers never reported on the Moonbat City Anthrax Incident. I don't remember reading anything about this anywhere. Very often, we would have these valley wide debriefings after these large scale, multi-jurisdictional incidents would take place. Maybe they had some debriefing or perhaps they simply forgot to invite Mrs. Butterworth's or myself.

I never took any interest in identifying the original anthrax reporting motorist. I think it best, that he remain anonymous. Sort of a moron legend. I have also been very vague about identifying all of the morons in the Moonbat City Anthrax Incident. A few of them are still working. You will just have to take my word that there were four.

I have one other observation to report on. There were times during my career, when I simply could not abandon all common sense when I needed to. My ego and I have always had this internal struggle. In government work, very often you are better off just being an obedient worker and doing what you are told. That way you will look like a team player and you won't make everyone else look bad. If you get really good at this, you can advance quickly. Sometimes, you are far better off just becoming the fifth moron.

Monday, September 26, 2011

Frankenstein Government: Now Changing The Modus Operandi

I have been writing here for a little over two years. I have posted 1000 items. I don't know about you but I am getting bored. I am tired of writing dry, factual pieces about crooked bankers, crooked government, economics. Honestly, that stuff is stifling me. I need something different.

Life is a tragic comedy. People are nuts and they do some fantastically ridiculous and self centered shit. They control, they manipulate, they use weasel language and fear tactics to drive their points home. It is hard to ignore this insanity and in fact, I find it quite comedic. I want to take advantage of this.

Writing humorous stuff takes a lot of creativity and time. That type of writing demands a lot of thought and observation. Writing funny stuff requires the right frame of mind and honestly it is hard to conjure up the right mood on a consistent basis. That's been my experience anyway. I have often wondered how the most humorous writers can write consistently funny stuff. McManus, Royko, Barry, even Gary Larson. They always seem to fade away. I don't think it's a lack of material. I think it is simple burn out. Churning out worthwhile and humorous material  is difficult over a very long time frame.

Good readers make good writers. Who wants to waste their time reading a bunch of dry, uninteresting stuff? If I wanted to do that- I'd go back to school. Sometimes, I read very good writing but I can't stand the underlying themes. Sometimes manipulative writing is funny, but it is really designed and intended to make you think or believe a certain philosophy. I think of that as I read Ann Coulter or scan Ace of Spades HQ. They are certainly funny, snarky people...but I grow weary of their one track underlying philosophy. That egoic, think like me because I am smarter than you, follow us mentality.

The human ego, that false sense of self that all human beings possess, is like a comedic generator. In some people like Obama, ego is vast. It is like a giant untapped reservoir of funny shit because some people are so unconscious and unwilling to self examine. That level of unconsciousness is really pretty funny. Please read this blog's subtitle for a definition of those types.

I am going to try and change the theme of this blog to one that is predominantly humorous. There is a lot of whining and alleged suffering going on in the U.S. so I have that going for me. Wickedly funny stuff and giant egos. Plenty of material. I got a few ideas.

Silver and Gold Markets Getting Slaughtered

I can't remember seeing more panic stricken and broken markets- than I've seen in the last three years. They all have one common denominator.

Central bankers are manipulating everything in a battle to stay alive and to remain in power. These terrible times and broken markets are merely the symptoms of the brazen banker class which has ruined and destroyed the fabric of the world with excess credit. Greed.

The Crimex hiked margin rates on gold, silver, and copper late last week- effective this week- which should just about wring every small investor out of those markets. Europeans and Asians are selling precious metals hand over fist as currencies and markets are plunging.

Last week, I bought the dip and I am paying for that error. This week, I am going to wait for the blood letting and the carnage to stop and I am going to double or triple up. In fact, I had set a goal of how much of each metal I wanted to own. Based on this bloodbath, I am going to achieve those goals almost 14 months sooner than I thought.

This might be the greatest opportunity of my life. Worldwide recession/depression is here. Months ago I talked about markets crashing and taking precious metals with them. Then the central bankers are going to try and print their way out of this mess. I absolutely, ONE HUNDRED PERCENT, guarantee that QE3 is an absolute certainty. If you bought physical precious metals during this bloodbath, you are going to be handsomely rewarded for your courage a year from now. These stunning moves up and down are going to become the new normal.

Just buy physical and lock it up. Have patience. Europe and the euro are completely screwed. This is the start of what I am certain is going to be- one of the wildest financial times this planet has ever lived through. Absolutely nuts. Waiting to see our markets test the 2008 lows. Really.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Ok, So He Smoked a Lot of Dope

I liked him anyway. When I first heard him...I had my whole life ahead of me. I saw this tune on YouTube, pulled the trigger, and suddenly it was like a time machine- transported me right back to my college dorm room. Wow.