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Bet you were worried that I was going to blather on about Jeebus or something, weren't you? Come on... were both smarter than that!
You miss things. Things that some folks might not think are important.
- Watching Alan Didak give the man on the mark the
sniff, and then slot it from just inside 50 (never from the
wrong pocket though - Malthouse is too good a coach for that, since he
knows Didal has no right foot).
- Sausage rolls. Sure, there's only about 4 molecules of
actual meat in them, but what is better while wawtching the
aforementioend Didak?
- Pies. That's what. And not the beloved Carringbush - the
good old Aussie maggot-bag. No sauce (I'm not a girl).
- Dennis Bloody Commetti (or, more accurately, Mav's
impression of Commetti)... "Buckley now... moving through the
half-forward line... right foot looking for Didak... centimetre
perfect. Didak... marks in front of (whoever). Didak now..."
I could go on, but I can see you're bored.
One thing I have missed recently (for reasons known only to me and the
staff at the Legion headquarters at Castelnaudaray) is
blathering away on this "blog" thingy. My Excel macros still work, as I
discovered when I tried to fire them up today. And with US and global
"investors" showing all the investment selectivity of an infantry
battalion on the march, and with the helocopter Fed pumping
in good-sized gobs of repurchase dough every session, I reckon it's
time to uncork the full bottle again. Maybe tomorrow - you
will have to check back.
Then again, maybe I won't.
Maybe tomorrow I will just post those photos of the house, and
the swans, and the downstairs fireplace. I've mentioned the downstairs
fireplace before - which may seem odd, but it impressed the beJeebus
out of me. It is over 6-foot high and 8-foot wide and is a single piece
of basalt. It was carved into its current shape shortly before
Columbus discovered the Americas.
Market wise, the thing is obviously expecting a future something like
Richard Perle was expecting in Baghdad after the US invaded. Rose
petals strewn in one's path, free blowijobs for anyone with dual
loyalties... that sort of thing.
We are at a top of some significance. I have seen folks - folks that I
respect, not sell-side shills - who think the Dow is going all the way
to 13043. As I said, I have some respect for them (I say this because I
don't want to be labelled anti-Khazar - which is what you should
properly be called if you don't like Eastern-European riff-raff who
call themselves Semites).
But they're wrong (the Dow 13000ers) - at least for
now. The Dow will hit its high within 2 sessions of today.
It's got nothing to do with the US elections, although the
flood of dough from the Fed is certainly part of their "incumbent
friendly" world view. Like all whores, they will get on their knees in
front wof whoever is paying the bills at the time. Wall Street is the
same - as the post-FOMC ramp always tells us. However the Street's use
of the repo dough to goose markets is more Pavlovian - it has nothing
to do with trying to please anybody in any political sense. Sure, they
will fellate any political powebroker if it means an extra dollar for
them, but they don't do it out of loyalty to one or other Party.. .all
they care about is that the person they are fellating is in POWER.
Recent news has been itneresting.
So "values" Republicans are teen-baiting poofters. Are you seriously
shocked? If so, all I can say is... wait until someone wrotes the "tell
all" about Bush and Blair. You just KNOW someone's got the
photos, which is why Shrubbie and BLiar do exactly what they're told.
And don't be shocked if poor old Ruddock keeps doing exactly what his
handlers would like - I am sure that there are photos and videos (not
of him) that he would prefer weren't published.
But I digress. often. All the time, in fact.
