Don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out
“Next to chastity, the greatest virtue in a woman is to leave, when she puts on her hat and says goodbye.” Samuel Johnson, 1776 (or so)
We’ve had a number of hysterical female writers recently who, after dumping on this blog’s author and the rest of you commentators, sign off with a flourish, promising never to come back again. But they do, repeatedly. I suspect it’s just one reader using different ip addresses but regardless, I’m taking people like “Cat Meyer” at her word and assigning her rants “spam’ status, thereby assuring that her twitching, compulsive fingers will never again send another communication that she really doesn’t want to send.
15 Peters Road, a bungalow in Riverside conveniently located next to the Thruway, was purchased at the height of the market in 2007 for $1.125 million and put back up for sale in April 2010 at $1.440. Five price cuts later, it was pulled from the market this fall, unsold despite its lowered price of $1.295. Today it’s back and asking its highest price ever, $1.450 million. The agent and the owner have obviously espied a resurgence in prices for old homes that the rest of us missed. This is what distinguishes top realtors from old no-nothings like me. I tip my hat.
Except that this is just a continuation of crony capitalism: U.S. taxpayers will bail out European banks. That’s not out of any love for the Frogs, I suspect, but because the U.S. Banks and their friends in government face some very large losses if Euro banks fail. These folks should enjoy their wealth and power while they can because when a Putin arrives, they will be removed and Putin’s friends put in place.
We’ve known it for years but the main stream media dismissed it as the rantings of the crazed Right: Bill Ayers confesses.
Upper East Side soiree
The worst president in U.S. history arrives in NYC today at the height of rush hour and just in time to paralyze the city during the tree lighting ceremony. The FDR will be shut down, subways jammed, streets clogged, but this sort of arrogance comes naturally to our former teaching assistant so no surprise here.
I’m not even startled to learn that he’s here to visit with the 1%, collecting tribute at $35,000 per head to fund his campaign of class warfare. Just like Willie (Sutton, not Clinton although, come to think of it …) the man’s going where the money is.
But what gives with the 1% themselves? Some of them aren’t as stupid as their children down occupying Wall Street yet they’re still willing to give the hangman his rope. Why? I assume that the world they envision is one where they, the New York liberal elite, will govern the new world and dominate the unwashed 99%. Tell that to former supporters of Stalin.
“But this time will be different” is the Upper East Side’s mantra, thus confirming that old chestnut that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing repeatedly and expecting a different result. Uh huh. There’s another old saying that these dunderheads might consider: if you’re sitting at the poker table and can’t figure out who the chump is, it’s you. Dig it absolutely.
I've got a secret
The Lacoff Three are out with a new statement and deny that there’s any “mystery man” behind the lottery loot. “These gentlemen pooled their funds and just barely managed to come up with that dollar,” Lacoff spokesman Jennifer Nckwzzyjk told FWIW’s Scuzie. “Vicious, anonymous bloggers are shitting on the boys’ heads on this and I find it disgusting and plain ol’ mean. Fuck them”.
So here’s the problem: we have two mutually contradictory stories. The Lacoff Three say they bought and own the ticket while their “close friend” Tom Gladstone says they didn’t and that they told him they didn’t. Someone is lying, but who?
I don’t know Lacoff and his co-conspirators but those who do seem to vouch for them. But I do know Gladstone and find it hard to believe he’s a liar (or worse than any other real estate agent), nor can I figure out why he’d have reason or motivation to lie. Hmm.
This could be like that old problem posed by the Marks brothers when they ran their Greenwich Avenue stationery store: “Who are you going to believe, me or your lying eyes?”
What’s amusing about all this is that, although the supposed winners wanted to keep a low profile they are now the subject of world-wide attention. Some newsy (and they’re out there – I dodged calls from BBC, CNN and the WSJ and Fudrucker turned down an offer to appear on the Today Show this morning) will dig out the truth of the matter. Stay tuned.