When a Crisis Occurs, There Is Always One Dipshit Who Jumps Up and Announces "Follow Me, I Know the Solution!"

That person is almost always insane. That is this blog's subtitle.

Today's dipshit is once again, Ben Bernanke. We will print our way out of this mess! Ben on TV singing his usual print money lullaby to the softball press corps. Gold cracking 1708 as he yaks.

I need Ben to talk on TV every day. Maybe get his own show like Cramer. Man, I am gonna be rich.

Selling Out to the Status Quo

Here's Gingrich's bag man. Billionaire Sheldon Adelson. http://news.yahoo.com/behind-gingrichs-rise-billionaire-pal-sheldon-adelson-150006162--abc-news.html

Adelson steals from people which is legal in Nevada. How noble. Where does the worship line form?
The rich and elite, offering up their rich and elite choices for President. Business as usual.

Ever So Quietly, Gold Has Been Rising and Now Takes Out 1700

There is nothing I enjoy more than listening to people bad mouth precious metals. Folks that practice contempt prior to investigation are simply clueless when it come to the meteoric rise of precious metals. They don't get it.

That is mainstream media. CNBC. Idiot TV for the masses.

Precious metals cannot and will not go down until the world comes up with a rescue plan that does not include debasing currencies. Unfortunately, the world has no other plan. They screwed the pooch and that is all you really need to know. They will continue debasing currencies until they are completely worthless. Holders of precious metals will have a store of wealth and possess a time honored commodity that bankers and politicians cannot counterfeit. The world is catching on.


The anti-fiat trade. Of course it makes sense.


Here is a fantastic piece about India and possibly China, using gold to pay for Iranian oil. The United States, ever the international bully, is attempting to strangle Iran. This is the response. http://rt.com/news/iran-india-gold-oil-543/

The Elite Look After the Elite, To The Exclusion Of Everyone Else

The elite care about power and money. In America, the pinnacle of success for rich, elite Americans is becoming President. Once in office they go about the business of protecting their way of life. Protecting tax codes and shelters for the elite. Looking the other way when enforcing laws on cheap Mexican labor streaming over the border. Offshore bank accounts. Cultivating future prospects. Protecting corporate monopolies. Taking care of the bankers on Wall St. and entrenching crony capitalism. Mitt's the new poster child for the oligarchy. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oligarchy

When we elect somebody like George Bush, a wannabe elitist like Barack Obama, or a Mitt Romney- what we are really doing is electing people who do not represent us. The elite are minutia. There are hardly a thousand people in the entire United States that make 21 million a year. They don't amount to a speck on a gnat's ass.

Other than sharing air, we don't have a damn thing in common with those who covet wealth and power. Nothing. 

So why do we keep electing rich, elite, bankers who have raided the treasury- stolen from all American workers via Congress and the FED and will continue to do so?? Are we in awe?? Are we jealous?? No...

We elect them because we are dumb shits, that's why. Here's the latest on Mitt Romney. http://www.usatoday.com/news/politics/story/2012-01-24/mitt-romney-tax-return/52780230/1

After Two Years of Screwing Off, It's Time To Go To Work

I "retired" in 2007 which is to say, I spend a great deal of time screwing off and performing service work. Service work, whether it's in homeless shelters or halfway houses or in various other places, doesn't pay a hell of a lot. Mostly you do it for free.

It's a labor of love. Retired cop work. Go figure. It's been about two years since I worked in a pre-release center for kids coming out of the state correctional system.

The worst part about applying for a job can occur when somebody actually gives you a job. This means that they are actually going to expect me to show up on time and achieve some measurable results. This is a lot of responsibility to heap on a guy all at once. Tonight...

I have a hockey game ticket thanks to my friend Keith. Keith sings the anthem. The Steelheads are playing Stockton tonight. We always have lots of fights with Stockton. I am looking forward to fighting hockey tonight. Then it's on to the new job and graveyard shift at 11 PM.

When the gal who hired me asked if I wanted to know the salary, I told her, "I'm not sure I care."

She thought that was funny. Probably had something to do with me getting the job. So we'll see how the new job goes. I think I am really going to like it but it will slow my writing down a lot. So we have that going for us.

Carnival Cruise Lines, Ever the Compassionate and Sensitive Corporation, Offers Discounts to Survivors

I got a chuckle out of this. http://newsfeed.time.com/2012/01/23/carnival-offers-cruise-discount-to-costa-concordia-survivors/

They haven't even retrieved all of the dead bodies from the ship nor removed the leaking fuel, yet Carnival is already handing out refunds and discounts on future trips.

So a few people died. We're over it.

The New Frankenstein Government Sunday Special Edition

Yesterday, I was at Home Despot buying a giant board for a garage repair. After getting it cut, I was headed for the checkout line. Arriving at approximately the same time but a step or two slower, was a woman in her mid forties. She pretended not to see me and of course, she steered her shopping cart with ten items directly in front of me. The board I was holding was a huge chunk of particle board which weighed about the same as a Volkswagon Jetta with air conditioning. Most people notice giant men with giant things in their hands. That ability has allowed me to claim age 51.

Ya know, I did have a female pedestrian get hit by a bus once. I asked her why she hadn't seen the bus. This pissed her off badly. Come to think of it, she may have a daughter that shops at Home Despot.

I had a strange thought strike me as I sought out a new check out line. Every time I seem to be cut off in a check out line, why does it always seem to be by women, some of which- pretend to be blind? How come I am never cut off by a man? Really, think about that.

I concluded that women think they are entitled to cut off men because society, usually men, allow women to do everything first. We hold doors for women, allow them to order first, we fix things and let them board the life rafts first. I am ok with all of that.

However, some women like the Home Despot gal, think they are entitled to then act like  prima donnas. That was my conclusion, erroneous as it may be.

Normally, I keep such observations and thoughts to myself. But fortunately, here at Frankenstein Government, I am not afraid to tackle the tough issues.

Especially since this story has a happy ending.

I carried the Jetta over to a neighboring line. The guy ahead of me was kind of disorganized and realized he had forgotten something as he was checking out. Unlike our female friend, he had complete use of his vision and saw that I was holding something larger than he. He invited me to go ahead of him. This was a man who was aware of his surroundings.

I have learned to say, "thank you" and I muster up a smile when such oddities happen. This little piece of divine providence catapulted me out of the store in record time because I pay with cash. Because of this good fortune, I decided to do something a little nasty on the spur of the moment. As I walked past the blind woman's line, I looked directly at her and winked. She mustered up her finest glare. I mustered up a smile.

I concluded that she was not blind after all. And just to let you know that I am not entirely sexist...

A couple of weeks ago, at the grocery store, I let a woman go ahead of me in the checkout line. Unlike the Home Despot gal, I had arrived in this line first. She was buying wine and nuts. I had the same kind of nuts. As it turns out, it was a buy one get the second can- 1/2 off kinda deal. My can of nuts did not have a coupon on it but hers did. She insisted on paying for my nuts to return my good deed. She called it good karma.

It was. I hope I see her at Home Despot some day.