Make that another case of the idiot corporatist. Like Cahirman of the Fed Bernake crying ignorance when asked where, oh, a couple of trillion went, along with a hundred or so other knaves of the trade, Toyota’s chief claims ignorance of his company’s emerging black hole: “…Akio Toyoda, the president of Toyota, did not know of the problems of sudden acceleration in his company’s cars that have been linked to more than 30 deaths in the US up to the end of 2009, even though thousands of complaints had poured into the company and regulators for years…”
Archive for February, 2010
“…Americans can be an idealistic people. Just ask the guys who rake in millions selling never-used gym memberships …But when it comes to politics, it’s a very different story. …our cynicism about our Presidents couldn’t run any deeper…” We’re all cynics…
Is it time to replace the “American Dream” myth with reality? By Jove, I think it is (enter Jeremy Rifkin): “…Although American history is peppered with lamentations about the souring of the dream, the criticism never extends to the assumptions that underlie the dream, but only to political, economic and social forces that thwart its realization. To suggest that the dream itself is misguided, outdated, and even damaging to the American psyche, would be considered almost treasonous. Yet, I would like to suggest just that…”
“…Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled `ORANGE MARMALADE’, but to her great disappointment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it…” Read more here. Yes, I’m looking forward to the new movie. How will it stack up? Only the shadow knows….
Tags: Banking, Goldman-Sachs, Wall Street
Yes, the Goldman-Sachs plague continues, and now with the backing of the U. S. government. “…The bottom line is that banks like Goldman have learned absolutely nothing from the global economic meltdown. In fact, they’re back conniving and playing speculative long shots in force — only this time with the full financial support of the U.S. government. In the process, they’re rapidly re-creating the conditions for another crash, with the same actors once again playing the same crazy games of financial chicken with the same toxic assets as before…”
P.S: Doesn’t Goldman-Sacks remind you of the evil cat in a Mighty Mouse cartoon? Right?
Afghanistan offensive: rules of engagement: “…If a man emerges from a Taliban hideout after shooting erupts, U.S. troops say they cannot fire at him if he is not seen carrying a weapon — or if they did not personally watch him drop one. What this means, some contend, is that a militant can fire at them, then set aside his weapon and walk freely out of a compound, possibly toward a weapons cache in another location. It was unclear how often this has happened. In another example, Marines pinned down by a barrage of insurgent bullets say they can’t count on quick air support because it takes time to positively identify shooters…” Here.
From Time Magazine Online: Tim Barker never thought he’d have to live in his truck. Four months ago, the plumber was in a one-bedroom apartment in California’s San Fernando Valley, with a pool and a Jacuzzi. Then, on his birthday in October, he and 199 other plumbers were laid off by their union, Local 761 in Burbank. Now Barker’s son sleeps on the sofa of his cousin’s one-bedroom Hollywood apartment, and Barker sleeps on the roof of the apartment building — or in his 2003 Ford Ranger pickup. “I’m 47, and I’ve never lived in my car,” says Barker, a husky 220-lb. single father with sandy hair and a rapid-fire voice. In January, as torrential rains pelted the streets of Southern California, father and son were sleeping in the truck in San Pedro, next to the Los Angeles Harbor. “We were able to spend four nights in the Vagabond Motel, but for two nights we slept in the car,” says Barker. “It was raining, cold, and the cat was jumping on us. We both got sick.”
Tags: Jessica Simpson, John Mayer
“…My dick is sort of like a white supremacist. I’ve got a Benetton heart and a fuckin’ David Duke cock [on sex with black women]. I’m going to start dating separately from my dick….There are people in the world who have the power to change our values. Have you ever been with a girl who made you want to quit the rest of your life? Did you ever say, ‘I want to quit my life and just fuckin’ snort you? If you charged me $10,000 to fuck you, I would start selling all my shit just to keep fucking you [er...you is Jessica Simpson]…It was like…sexual napalm…’ ” Hey Jessica looks good, I’ll grant you that, but selling all your shit? Teaser here.
From After Net: “…What’s wrong with your vagina? If you answered “nothing,” you’re probably wrong. According to the beauty-industrial complex, it’s ugly, and it smells bad. But don’t worry– there’s nothing that money can’t fix…”