nice banker, sit

NICE BANKER, SIT


I’m beginning to think my romance with readers is mirroring that of my love life. On again, love and happiness, off again, hate and evil juju. Once again my daily readers numbers have slipped twenty percent, going back down to about a thousand from thirteen hundred. I don’t know which action hacked them off for good. It could have been my semi-vacation I took. It could have been my rants against women who sell themselves out for a SUV and McMansion or the men who prostitute themselves out to a corporation to bribe them into staying. It could have been my intolerance for geriatrics on welfare who believe themselves entitled but not the younger workers who support them ( although, come on, I thought I restrained myself admirably lately trying to be semi-civil to our aged ). It could be I haven’t had much that is new or original. Whatever the reason, I’m doing something right and alienating most of my loyal minions. Go, me!

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You almost have to love them, the happy people skipping through life, humming joyfully, sporting a sloppy crap eating grin, congratulating themselves on yet another day they are able to live in the fantasy of Oil Age abundance. Oh, look, everyone loves me! I love everyone! No one is out to kill me off from profitable substances that cause cancer. No one would leave me naked out in the snow with a bleeding rectum . No one would fill the atmosphere over the middle east with microscopic particles of depleted uranium. No one would do anything bad because Obammy loves me and since he is a Democrat he would never lie to me during the election and he wouldn’t let anything happen to me because it’s for the children. And even if all that weren’t true it must be because we all don’t have a positive attitude and repeat to ourselves every day in the mirror, I Am A Winner, I Am A Winner. I Will Get Rich Through Positive Projections. Now, far be it from me to rain on anyone’s parade ( okay, I actually like peeing on peoples parade and being able to tell them it is raining ), but all the happy thoughts and positive attitudes you come up with will not change human nature. Which is what? Class? Anyone, anyone? Bueller? Bueller? Steal the other tribes resources for survival. Of course, during peace and abundance there will still be that tendency in some parts of the population. They will justify the act through construction of artificial tribal boundaries. Although to be fair, the modern nation state just begs for this since it is too large to be thought of as a tribe by most.

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Now, the thing that really chaps my ass is the recent blinder wearing writers who think that not liking bankers is silly and unjustified. I blame myself, since I failed to specify the two different classes of bankers. The argument went, everyone hates bankers until they go to get a loan. Now, I could argue with that statement alone ( and I will ). But they are making the mistake of confusing your friendly neighborhood bank that loans you money with the twisted evil whores that run the Federal Reserve Bank. The friendly banker is allowed to exist as a tool for the few powerful people running the FRB. The neighbor banker is the brick and mortar bank that gives you a checkbook and a debit card and helps to make your life easier. The Federal Reserve is run by a few men or families that basically control the economy of the US and profit handsomely from it. They are the ones that have pocketed all the profit from the last hundred years of inflation ( the government of course also profits, but the Fed is the one who controls through the purse strings ). The Fed is the ones flooding the market with liquidity right now to bail themselves and the Europeans and Government Motors and whoever else out. They are the ones profiting from fractional reserve banking. For the most part, the bankers with your check book are basically just a corporation with slightly above average profits. Do you think Bank Of America or Wells Fargo gets the interest from the federal government debt? That gets channeled higher. In fact, you might argue that the average bank without a say in the Federal Reserve was just as much a victim of the need to gamble on Wall Street as regular corporations, as their profits were too small from selling widgets or home mortgages to pay back all the debt acquired in merger after merger.

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And really, who is doing who a favor with a loan? No one really needs a loan ( even a life and death situation could be handled through the ER and bankruptcy ). After the initial new toy glow of purchase has faded, who wouldn’t hate themselves and by extension the loan officer? We don’t hate bankers until it is loan time, we always hate bankers as they make it easy for us to be weak and undisciplined. Just as we despise both our little brains and those he is dependent on for two seconds of joy once a week. It is natural to hate those that you act stupid over ( ok, I’ll take back the little brain analogy as applies to a healthy relationship ). Remember, bankers are evil. Not the puppets presented as targets at your nearest retail store. The bastards at the very top of the food chain, sucking down hundreds of billions or even trillions a year.

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