Lies, Lies, Lies, Lies, Lies, Lies, Lies

Ugh, politics and finance.

I hate it.

I hate it.

I hate it, hate it hate it hate it.

Why did I decide that this was the career path I wanted to follow? Ugh. That was a severe miscalculation.

So, thinking about blogging again. Am also thinking about the "Useful Activism" site; I know that there is something there, but haven't figured out what yet. In the meantime, may as well blawg a bit, as IOZ would say.

Writer's block is hanging around. Once it goes, the floodgates may open.

This is one of the best articles I've read in quite some time. Chew it over.

Quote 1:

“You needed the occasional assurance that you weren’t nuts,” she says. She wasn’t nuts. The world was.

I'm not crazy, and fuck you to anyone who says I am. In fact, I've got a card in my wallet that says I'm not crazy, so how 'bout that shit?

Quote 2:

Eisman knew subprime lenders could be scumbags. What he underestimated was the total unabashed complicity of the upper class of American capitalism. For instance, he knew that the big Wall Street investment banks took huge piles of loans that in and of themselves might be rated BBB, threw them into a trust, carved the trust into tranches, and wound up with 60 percent of the new total being rated AAA.

But he couldn’t figure out exactly how the rating agencies justified turning BBB loans into AAA-rated bonds. “I didn’t understand how they were turning all this garbage into gold,” he says. He brought some of the bond people from Goldman Sachs, Lehman Brothers, and UBS over for a visit. “We always asked the same question,” says Eisman. “Where are the rating agencies in all of this? And I’d always get the same reaction. It was a smirk.” He called Standard & Poor’s and asked what would happen to default rates if real estate prices fell. The man at S&P couldn’t say; its model for home prices had no ability to accept a negative number. “They were just assuming home prices would keep going up,” Eisman says. (Matt's emphasis)

Total clownshow. And fuck it, we deserve it.

I assume that most of the few readers I had before I shut this fucker down this past spring thought that I was being an unhelpful griper. I disagree. I kinda wish I hadn't deleted my archives and tried to "disappear" my writings, so I could point to my productive and helpful output. Well, fuck all that anyways. You wanna see negativity?

Fuck Barack Obama. Fuck Democrats. Fuck anyone who deluded themselves that electing "More and Better" Democrats would do anything but hasten the collapse. Especially fuck those who lied to the people who had doubts about Obama and the Dems, brushing away any and all legitimate criticism of the Bullshit Artist in Chief with "anything would be better than McCain, and could you imagine Palin one heart-beat away from the presidency? The horror!" And fuck the people who lied to themselves, knowing who Obama and the Democrats really are, and still pulled the lever for these reprehensible motherfuckers. And fuck everyone (even usually very sharp motherfuckers) who are saying to hold off on criticizing the greatest con-man in American political history, "just give him a chance, he hasn't even taken office yet, he's got some super-cool shit planned, totally liberal and progressive and shit, I promise." And especially, especially, goddamn motherfucking cocksucking especially fuck the progressive blogosphere.

Lamest motherfuckers ever.

Fuck you all. You may not have "broken" the country, but you sure as shit didn't give a fuck when smart people were trying to be helpful and come up with ideas on how to "fix" it (or at least address the problem in terms of actual fucking reality).

I've been accused of rooting for the collapse this past year. I really, truly didn't. I was scared shitless of the future, and what it holds for all of us. I wanted to have hope, I wanted to think that somehow, maybe we would start living our lives like adults and open our fucking eyes.

Now I embrace it. Let it burn, baby.

And like MC Ready Red always said:

Fuck the motherfuckin' critics, fuck newspapers, fuck the radio-stations, and fuck your Parents Against Rap. We buried you fucking cockroaches.

Don't blame me. I voted for fucking nobody at all.

PS - I love me some of this shit. Do more drugs, for real, yo. Goooooooo collapse!