Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Den Juden ist verboten.

Here, on the lowest rung of the socioeconomic ladder - a rotting, termite infested rung that could snap at any minute under the weight of an ounce of good luck - the situation is dire. At the Family Dollar, or as it should be called, the Family Tweaker, I have noticed checkout lines growing longer due to the growing inability of patrons being able to grasp the procedure of swiping their food stamp cards through the reader. One poor lady and her enabler took a solid 5 minutes swiping and reswiping their card after the cashier told them they didn't have enough of a balance to pay for all the items. So she just get swiping and swiping.. and if it weren't for the bouncer they had to hire for people like her, she probably would have kept swiping for 30 more days until Obama replenished her balance.

Imagine Sharon Stone's character in Casino multiplied by Marissa Tomei rasied to the Ellen Burstyn in Requiem for Dream power, and you have what I see everyday on the streets here. People who have nothing left to lose and have lost it, never to return from the depths of the modern concentration camp of subsidized housing and soup kitchens. Who needs armed guards to watch SSN 068-46-1736 on her clockwork schedule of shooting some dope, heading to the Family Tweaker for diapers she only forgets to put on her baby, then to the soup kitchen for dinner after she wakes up? What it looks like to me is the methodical extermination of the underclass through the institutionalization of poverty, letting people dig their own graves without being a direct party to the massacre.

Perhaps the economy is getting better.  Perhaps I am just observing only what the tower spotlights allow me to on their sweeps beyond the barbed wire. I hear Germany was a great place to live in 1937 as long as you didn't have the Star of David above your door.

I wouldn't know.


Welcome to the New NØrmal.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Update 12-11-2011

I apologize to any bondholders and investors(financial or emotional) who may have thought my disappearance from the blog was evidence of NSC or SWH's demise or abdication of my fiduciary responsibilities as officer. Yes - I do feel the warm and humid breath of the SEC breathing down my neck. And yes - timely newsletters would be nice. One wouldn't expect a soldier in Afghanistan to blog while under heavy fire; thus I hope that same courtesy would extend to me, as the IED's of life explode all around me and daily survival of the most primitive kind - food foraging, canning, and beggary - leaves little time for cave paintings.

I am also sorry to disappoint those who had hoped the Creator had liquidated a toxic asset; an insolvent venture that feeds off the public coffers pushing ever higher the income and property taxes of His better creations, creating the unthinkable stress of having to break the bad news to that ornery teen that the iPhone4 has to count as both a Christmas and birthday present.

There is some good news to report to you today, however. North Shore Chores' corporate office has moved, and acquired what the market deems illiquid but I merely think is just a case of simple dehydration. Indian Ridge Partners, LLC, (the name is based on the geological structure the offices are perched on) is a market-maker in the Beverly futures exchange that preys on the sentimental side of human nature and how only "big" events are remembered. Grander memories distort the historical facts, and the resulting poor decisions of the future is where we come in, and take people's money in exchange for cognitive validation.

Many more happenings will be expounded upon in the upcoming days, but I have a kick-off board meeting with the Indian Ridge team that simply cannot be delayed any further.


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Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Maybe Jesus Loves Me After All?

Remember that Tedeschi store that I boycotted because they didn't want a prima donna clerk? Well, it's good thing I wasn't working there last week

Monday, October 24, 2011

Madonna’s Homeless Brother

Anthony Ciccone apparently has been disowned by his little sis, and has been living on the streets of Michigan for the past year. Read Madonna's brother tries to avoid frosbite

If he's not already, soon he will be