Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Municipal Poverty Pimps



Now you know why cities insist on having such poor public schools;

Because only morons would vote people in time and time again believing it's "outside forces" keeping them poor and not piss poor management on the part of inept socialist mayors and city councils.

Such a simple solution to the poorest people in America and they won't have any of it simply because they've been brainwashed to hate capitalism, free markets and independence.

Sad.

Monday, March 02, 2009

My Pot Rack Story

Let me tell you my pot rack story and then I’m heading out to teach dance class for the day.

I was about 24 or 25, I can’t remember which. I was a younger guy and had met this older guy, all of 29, who was also into finance and economics. I looked up to him as he was also conservative, much more successful than I was and kind of tolerated my younger, cocky ass.

Through the course of the next year we became good friends. We’d all go out swing dancing, we talk shop, he was a runner and so was I, all in all a great guy and everybody loved his company.

Then he found himself a girl.

She was a neurotic grad student, getting her doctorate in psychology not to go into practice, of course, but to go and re-teach what she learned 2 years previous to presumably girls in her exact same situation. Obsessed with her looks she was constantly working out, eating sticks and twigs, forcing my buddy to do the same and basically sank her teeth into this guy immediately. He lasted about a whopping 3 months before she moved into his house and then the metamorphosis began.

I saw my friend go from a carefree bachelor guy, to a guy who was otherwise spoken for, to a guy who was committed, to a guy who was condemned. And whereas previously I could call him up and say,

“Hey, John, let’s go for a run.”

Or

“Hey, John, let’s all go out dancing and scope out some chicks.”

Or

“Hey, John, let’s get the crew together and go see a movie.”

I found myself progressively running into “scheduling conflicts” he had that prevented him from going out with his old chums.

The end came on a Saturday evening. It wasn’t late. It wasn’t too early and I called him up. I said, “Hey, John, let’s go down to the Dubliner and get a beer.”

The Dubliner being an Irish joint literally 3 blocks from his house.

Over the phone he said, “I don’t know, it’s Saturday night and I’m pretty busy.”

“Busy!?” I said, “What do you mean busy?! Come on, it’s 3 blocks from your house, it’ll take all of 30 minutes to have a beer. Let’s go.”

“Hang on, let me ask my fiancĂ© (he liked to call her his fiancĂ©)”

So in the background I hear his lower toned male voice mumbling, asking his beloved if he could go out and get a beer, “Murmur murmur murmur murmur?”

And in return I heard her Beaker-eqsue (from the Muppets) high pitch voice respond;

“Neener neerner neener neneer neen?”

Then I heard my friend say,

“The Captain.”

And then in vehement response the girl saying;

“THE CAPTAIN! NEENER NEENER NEENER NEENER NEERNER NEEEEEEE!!!!”

Soon he came back on the phone and said, “I’m sorry, we’re hanging a pot rack tonight.”

I sat there thinking to myself, “Woooooow. This guy is completely 100% castrated.”

I said, “Pot rack? A pot rack? Can you postpone the great hanging of the pot rack?”

“No, we’ve been meaning to hang this for a while, and you know how long these projects take.”

I decided it was futile to try to get him to go and get a beer. I also concluded it was pointless to even try to maintain a friendship anymore.

I never knew what happened to them thereafter. They moved somewhere and that was the last I heard of them, but this taught me a very valuable lesson;

Friends are not there to bide the time away until you find somebody to marry, by which you dispose of your friends like you do used toilet paper. Your friends are arguably more important than your spouse as they hang out with you for you and all your faults and don’t give a damn what you do or how much money you make and never lay aim or have ulterior motives in hanging out with you. They are the most pure and decent people you will ever run into which can only be rivaled by the loyalty and friendship provided by dogs. And to shed them like you would an old skin once a cute piece of tail walks by is a testament not to their disposability but to your personal caliber.

Now I know that women are just as prone to do this as men, my story is only about a guy, but regardless of sex, it angers me how people just drop their friends once they find, not even somebody they’re going to marry, but somebody they just become romantically involved with. And sure as Obama destroying the US economy, once they dump your sorry ass, who do you go crawling back to? Your friends.

Ergo, I think a “repatriation of friends” tax should be in order. Not necessarily some kind of monetary tax, but like a celebrity roasting or hazing where you make the traitor beg and plead for re-acceptance back into the fold of friends. Where you make your buddy profess to the guys why you and the guys were infinitely better than the girl he ran off with who took him for half, left him with a kid that wasn’t his and made off with his house. Or the girlfriends make the girl admit that dating the loser who took her money to buy drugs, ended up getting another girl pregnant and racked up $40,000 in credit card debt was indeed the most boneheaded move she could have ever possibly made. I would also go so far as to enforce a level of “indentured servitude” upon them where they have to go and buy the beer, they have to be sober cab and they have to help friends move for a period of a year to earn their way back into the system.

Of course, this is all dreaming and poppycock, but when I am king. Ohhhhhhh, when I am king. There are going to be some really new and weird laws being made.

Holy "Let's Change the Subject Because I'm Getting My Ass Kicked on the Porkulus Program" Batman

Hey O,

Oh, is reality getting so tough for you, you resort to this kind of petty BS?

Pathetic.

You are proving to be the pathetic, preppy mama's boy who had all the advantages of rich, upper class folk upbringing who had his ass pampered and paid through Harvard that we all knew you'd prove to be.

No real experience. No real private sector experience. No real true man experience.

Loser.

In the truest sense.

The Republicans Should Take 2 Years Off

The "official" republicans, the ones who do nothing for a living but run political careers and never worked a day in their lives, should take 2 full years off. They should leave the legislatures, both state and national and leave the country in democrat hands so as to provide a clear and distinct difference between them and the socialists. Then they could claim "Hey, we were sitting on a beach and had nothing to do with it. We weren't even there to vote."

Of course they won't.

They are career politicians. Just as worthless and parasitic as their democratic counterparts and no more honorable. And thus why they won't listen to logic, sanity or any kind of reason. They will still try to make themselves seem like "team players" so as to get elected next round.

But the beauty of reality is that whoever ties their lines to the democratic/Obama party will sink with them. And those that don't might actually stand a shot at some semblance of not only a future in politics, but (GASP) some kind of morality.

It doesn't matter to me. I've already made my decision. I will just watch the two parties flounder about one another.

"TARP" as a Verb

We were sitting at Perkins, me and my crew (yes, I have a "crew." Ask any one of them.)

And Brian, arguably the older, wiser one of the crew says, "I have a new word."

Naturally ears perk up (cause we're at Perkins, get it? Perk? PERKins? You see, the same sound? Makes it funny? Get it? huh? The pun I mean?!)

In any case he says, "Tarp."

Smiles show on all the guys faces and Brian says, "Oh, crap, I left my wallet at home. Tarp me a couple bucks."

Ergo "tarp" took on a definition similar to "give" but that it wasn't optional. That when someone says, "Tarp me a couple bucks" they're not asking you. They're telling you much like the loser boyfriend tells his girlfriend to give him money. Thus, "tarp" is never used as a question, it's used in a declarative statement.

Of course "tarp" also implies you are never getting your money back. Thus adding to its definition a bit of understanding you're not going to see you money any more.

I'm trying to institute the word into my speech now, but haven't found the appropriate opportunity to use it. Regardless, everybody start using it.

Not So Dumb Afterall

I remember in college they would mock the Greatest generation for hiding cash under the mattress and "wow, imagine if they invested that money in just an average-returning mutual fund."

Well those old fogeys and their old fashioned ways of working up the money to pay for what you buy and eschewing debt and spending within their means don't look so stupid now do they?



It's called "wisdom." Meaning they've been down that road before and maybe you should shut the hell up and listen to them so you don't make their same mistakes. Oh, never mind, Obama's gonna fix it all, ponies and puppies for everyone!

Sunday, March 01, 2009

The Revolving Door of the Banking Industry

Most bankers and executive management should be fired for the debacle they had brought upon the US. Oh, yes, I know, there's plenty of blame to go around, but let's not kid ourselves, for years people who were undeserving of credit never got a loan simply because banks did their job and turned these people down. But since banks threw assessing and ascertaining risk out of the window (which was their primary freaking job) and decided to loan money to everybody because they could score on some commission checks, it should be no surprise the financial system melted down, "necessitating" a taxpayer bailout all the while forcing the economy down the toilet.

Now one would think that the heads of these banks would be fired and then banished from banking altogether, soon to be replaced with more talented, moralled and skilled youthful counterparts.

One would think.

And there you go again "thinking." "Thinking" somehow "logic" and "sanity" rule this talentless, worthless industry headed up by parasites and charlatans.

For the truth is yes, the majority of the banks I've worked at and worked with have purged their executive and senior managements since this debacle occurred, but what nobody is pointing out, and what the dirty little secret is...

they simply go to and work for the bank next door.

So let me tell you some tales about a couple people I know, names of course shan't be mentioned, who by all practical measures should never be allowed to set foot into a bank again, but because the system is so hopelessly corrupted, they are now gainfully employed, some with promotions, steering completely new banks into completely new ice bergs.

My favorite I would have to say was "Pat." Pat was a president of a commercial lending division. No skill, no game, no experience. Well at least not experience in banking. Pat was previously a gas station manager.

Now, one would ask "How does a gas station attendant become president of commercial lending?"

And that is an excellent question to ask, for you see, while Pat may not have had any experience in commercial lending, he was married to someone who did. A vice president of one of the holding companies that owned the firm Pat worked for. Surprise, surprise, surprise, Pat becomes a president of an entire division within a subsidiary.

The results were only those that can be achieved by nepotism:

Pat was so bad at managing risk and making good loans even before I got on board they had made a loan to a real estate development that was already being investigated by the FBI in 2005. I should have taken that as a bad sign, but opted instead to keep working at this particular establishment. Over the course of the next 2 years I worked on loans that I knew were never going to be paid back, only to see Pat override my objections and approve the loans anyway. In the end Pat left the bank he was working at, but not without having 1 in every 2 loans go into default!

Now, one would think with a 50% default rate, it would be impossible for Pat to find a job ever again in the banking industry. Later I came to find out Pat didn't get fired, but quit so he could go and work for another bank where he'd start, again, as a president of commercial lending. I asked my contact "How in ef's name did he get a job there?"

"I think he has family there."

Ah, nepotism. It's more important to employ familial losers and screw over society than to have a stable financial system.

There was also Jessica. I had interviewed with Jessica at a bank a while ago, but didn't get the job. It wasn't until a year later I received a call from that same bank asking if I was interested in becoming a senior analyst there. I went in and interviewed thinking it would be that same Jessica person again, but she was replaced by Sven, the new head of commercial lending. Apparently Jessica had left for greener pastures.

Of course not without leave me her manure to deal with.

Never had I seen a portfolio of such outright sh!tty deals. You literally could not believe what loans had been approved and were now starting to fall apart. It was almost as if Jessica had purposely undermined the bank by making such horrendously bad loans and now it was time to start cleaning them up. The real estate developer who somehow failed to notice the 500 other town homes going up in the same town he was planning on putting 20 of his (the town of course had a population of 350, but that's aside the point). The guy who had a credit score of 500 and we still gave him an unsecured (meaning no collateral) line. And worthless financial deadbeat trailer trash after worthless financial deadbeat trailer trash contractor who if he could just show up sober for once he might have actually gotten a contract to roof a house or sheetrock a building. But no, sober contractors were too high-end client for Jessica, we'd go after the deadbeats.

Sure enough, I wanted to hunt Jessica down and I did track her down. Why, she was president of commercial lending at a bank literally just down the road.

I wanted to go to their CEO and say, "WTF!? Are you kidding me? Did you bother to look at the bank's financial statements where she worked previously? Are you all a bunch of morons?"

Of course, that was Jessica, her replacement was just as inconceivably stupid.

Here it was, late 2006 and the housing market was already starting to suffer. Showing my boss report after report showing the housing market to be oversupplied with a glut of housing, I was amazed to see this latest "leader" tell me straight to my face "21 months supply is about right." 5 months supply is when a market is deemed to be "balanced." 5 months supply is where it would take 5 months to sell out of the current level of housing and neither buyers nor sellers have a particular advantage. But there, right in front of him was a chart showing 21 months supply and he looked at me and said, "Well, 21 is about right." He was delusional.

Now I've written about this moron in my book (which of course you should buy), and naturally his stupidity cost the bank millions of dollars (to the point they have now applied for TARP money-hurray, you're bailing out these morons), but no matter how inept heads in the banking industry were, I could have sworn there could not possibly be a job for this moron. That there was no way any bank, after doing even the slightest bit of background check and research into this guy would give him a job.

Sure enough he got a job. But not just any job. A job I applied for (at least I was being considered a viable candidate for the same level of work, and at least I was starting to gain ground on these incompetent middle age managers).

But if you want to talk about sheer, jaw-dropping, unbelievable stupidity, Mike is your man.

Mike ran a bank into the ground. No, he really did. He made so many bad loans as a VP there that the bank was not only approaching insolvency, but earned itself a nice little cease and desist order by the FDIC. As in "cease and desist" you're costing the taxpayer way too much money you morons. I had the "honor" of contracting for this bank to help it deal with its cease and desist order and you could not believe the utter garbage that would pass for a loan. Real estate developer after real estate developer with no absorption study conducted to finance 20,000 condos in a market that already had 32 years supply of condos. The son of the father who was going to buy his uncle's house, but needed his dad to co-sign the loan because the son's wife had a spending problem and tanked their credit score, etc. etc. And of course, horses. Ah yes, horses. A never-ending line of horse wives who don't do a damn thing in their lives, live off their surgeon husbands, but because the husband is now broke paying for her horse hobby (and jewelry and riding lessons for her daughters - each one from a different marriage of course, and lexuses and spa treatments, etc.), he needs to borrow money AGAINST THE HORSE. Yes, these were the high quality and caliber loans Mike made and the Feds did not like it.

Now, certainly, CERTAINLY, of all the people in the world, you would not hire a guy who was responsible for bringing a cease and desist order upon his previous employer. You know, that there might be something "bad" about this guy. That maybe he wasn't too bright. That maybe he was a bit amoral. That maybe not only was he amoral and not too bright, but matter of fact a full blown, galactically stupid retard.

Oh, but you know how this story is going to end. Yes, you do. For a bank did hire him and put him in charge of CREDIT. And in a bit of irony, was the same bank I used to work for (the one now apply for TARP funds).

Now, I could go on and on and on, but what it simply boils down to is that the banking system in the US is corrupt. Not because of the banks themselves, or the institutions or laws we have in place, but because of the culture banking has.

Above all else, it is more important to be nice than right in the banking industry. It is no surprise that when an executive so horribly manages a bank that they are forced to leave, that you don't see in the newspapers, "Freaking moron who ran bank into the ground and cost Minnesota taxpayers $40,000,000 leaves for another bank." You see "Long time executive who served local community well WILLINGLY resigns from post to spend more time with family." And the reason why is that in banking it has to be superfriendlyMinnesota nice all the time.

Nothing can go wrong in the banking industry.

Nothing can be impolite in the banking industry.

That we never turn people down. We never lose money. We never fire people. We never do bad things. We're the superhappyfriendlynicepeoplebanks and birds and chirping and everybody's happy.

The problem is this is not based in reality. Reality is much harsher. Reality is much more brutal, as evidenced by the spectacular financial crisis we're having. But when they put on a face like the Bonfire of the Vanities, to make it seem like the perfect-happy suburbanite couple, it seems nobody knows (or perhaps, nobody cares) about all the chaos and fire left in the wake of the applicant now applying to be their new president. The collapse, the losses, and federal investigations seem to magically not matter when this new applicant applies to become chief of credit.

Of course until that changes, then the banks will never change as they are still being headed up by the same morons that got us here in the first place. And until that real change takes place it's still OK in my opinion to loathe bankers, at minimum tell these morons at the ABA to shut the ef up ( I love how he tries to pin it on investment banks).

In the meantime, enjoy bailing out these deadbeats.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Paul Harvey, Good Day

Good night Paul. My (albeit very cursatory) farewell;

Useful Idiots

Good god. What a bunch of genuine, worthless morons.

Tim Robbins explains;

The Crisis of Credit Visualized

Excellent and outstanding simplification of the credit crisis (almost as good as my book ;)

Every adult and child should watch this, especially the idiots who like to blame the current recession of Bush.

ht

Spit on the Face

I am 33 years old.

I have chest hair.

Ear hair.

Nose hair.

You name it, I have it. Soon those hairs will turn gray as I further my aging into middle age-hood.

Thus, one would think that given my age I am not some young man, or late teenager, certainly not a child, and definitely not a toddler.

Tell that to my girl.

We were eating sushi for my birthday. I had a little bit of wasabi or something on my face.

Now, does said girl say, "Captain, you have something on your face. You should wipe it off?"

Does said girl say, "Captain, go to the bathroom and clean up your face. You have some crap on it?"

Does said girl say, "Captain, hold still while I take this napkin and wipe the food from your face?"

No, what does she do?

She licks her thumb, plying a near gallon of saliva and spit on it and then circa my mother in 1978 starts to smudge off the grit on my face with her spit-laden thumb.

I stood there in utter shock because my brain was caught between being grossed out by having spit smushed on my cheek and coming to grips with the concept that a full grown woman was actually doing this to a 33 year old man (replete with nose, ears and elbow hair).

I just stood there, giving the girl a look of disbelief. I said, "Did you just do what I thought you did?"

She giggles and walks to her car.

Worthless College Classes

Anybody see the relationship I see?

Anyone?

Anyone?

Bueller?

Bueller?

Friday, February 27, 2009

Pour Yourself a Martini, Light Up a Cigar...

and if you have the time read an interesting, but true tale of a gumshoe blogger and the weird and crazy path his detective skills inadvertently led him.

Then go on to part II.

Then pour yourself another martini and be thankful you're not "Single in the Suburbs" and relatively sane.

6.2%

Oh, isn't that heavenly!?

Americans will pay for their stupidity.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Oh HELL YES!




I am so buying one.

ht to Kate

A, Oh! Copernicus!

You're daily funny ha ha.

How Commercials Predict a Collapse of Society

The human brain, constantly bombarded with commercials on TV, the internet and the radio automatically tune them out so as not to waste precious calories of energy paying attention to them.

However, though my brain has more or less made it so the stimulus from commercials never really gets past my brain stem, something went atwitter in my brain while watching my favorite TV show, Hogans Heroes.

It was daytime and the commercials were all of the daytime TV variant;

"Are you a loser? Then go to college at your local degree mill! We offer Phd's in just 18 months!"

"Are you struggling under debt? Then call the Dead Beat Debt Consolidation Program. Expert financial advisors are standing by now to show you how to not pay back the money you owe!"

"Injured or just willing to say you've been? Call Chitty Ays Lawyers at 1-800-GOEF-SOCIETY."

And so forth and so on.

However, what went atwitter was the sheer volume of these commercials and just what a high percentage of them were for losers. It's almost as if all people during the daytime are idiots and the marketing suggests it. But what was truly eerie was I started to take note of just what percentage of the commercials were for losers during the rest of the day.

These commercials are on ALL THE TIME.

Extract yourself, if you will, from the US and imagine you're from a more "responsible" or "mature" country like Finland or Sweden. You come over here and on the TV is nothing but commercials for debt consolidation, credit cards, worthless degrees and personal injury lawyers. We don't see it, because we're inundated with it, but that still doesn't mean it isn't happening, nor does it change the statement it makes about America. If you take the time to actually observe just what a high percentage of total commercials these "loser" commercials account for, it is a scary testament to the status of the average American.

It doesn't matter if it's daytime TV (although there is more of a frequency) these commercials account for a jaw dropping percent of total commercials. Yes there is the debt consolidation and 2 year degree mills, but can you remember the last time you didn't hear a damn commercial for Viagra? Or some commercial for another stupid, inane weight loss program (because that "eat less and exercise more" concept is so freaking hard to understand). Or a check cashing place?

When I started paying attention to the commercials, two I find particularly interesting because they are a testament to the deteriorating economic condition this country's in;

Consignment shops

and

Cash for gold or "gold brokers."

People are hocking gold and personal items for cash, AND I HEARD THESE ADVERTISEMENTS ON TALK RADIO!

The larger point is this; commercials are a free market (and therefore very accurate) reflection of society. And whereas I would like commercials to be for things like personal F-16 fighter planes, documentaries on economics, encyclopedias, hovercars, surgeon school and other goods and services which would indicate a successful, productive and educated society, sadly it's the complete opposite.

Sex pills, means by which you can get "cash quick," weight loss, debt relief, lawyers, consignment shops, you name it, all point to a society that has not only lost its desire to be industrious, responsible and hard-working, but to a society that is on the brink of collapse.

Of course, again, I'm just the ole fuddy duddy. The curmudgeon that likes to spoil everybody's good time. The meanie that points out mean and harsh things (no matter how true they may be). But if you don't believe me, just try it yourself. Next time you're watching TV or listening to the radio or surfing the net, actually listen/watch/read the advertisements and see just what a high percentage these commercials are.

It really is eerie and depressing at the same time.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Classes on Investing and Stocks

Hey, you!

Take a class!

Do it now! Do it!

Yes, You Can Run Away From Your Problems

Is it bad of me to take joy in watching these people lose their cars?

Eh, who knows. Maybe Dubai will start an immigration campaign to recruit overtaxed, productive Americans.

Ummm, I'll Take "Parents Are to Blame" for $600 Alex

All humans are equal. Not due to some kind of doctrine or text written up by some old fogeys in the 1700's, but because it's true.

All humans have the same DNA and ergo, barring instances of mental impairment, all humans genuinely, literally and factually are equal.

Ergo, why I don't blame the kids, I blame the parents.

But you can see where this is going; we're going to prevent kids from excelling as it may be deemed racist.

Help us all.

ht to Maggie's Farm