Recent comments by Jackdawracy
Thought we lost you to greener pastures.
I've read the past week or so worth of comments w/o logging in so as to see all, and the damage wrought by those hangers on I can't see usually, is immeasurable unfortunately. Tis a sad spectacle.
Once upon a time we lauded the arts instead of condoning the art of thievery, on a grand scale~
Farewell, Ray
Kind of like the Hunt Brothers in a way, as the LME changed the rules en route, destroying the would-be bubble corner.
I don't remember bismuth, but here's the skinny on tin:
"[T]he people who got squeezed were the aspiring cornerers themselves. Those who had sold short futures contracts did indeed find it hard to locate tin to deliver as settlement day approached. This created a crisis on the LME, with traders facing the prospect of default and ruin. As the short squeeze loomed in February 1982, the LME changed its rules --- it declared that traders who failed to meet sales contracted could pay a fine --- 120 GBP/ton --- instead of supplying physical tin, meaning short sellers could avoid paying steep premium to the cornerers, which could have been >1000 GBP/ton. There was a collapse in tin prices following the ruling, culminating in massive losses for the Malaysian/Swiss partners. At the same time, tin supplies continued to come from the US stockpile while tin users began reducing stocks due to high prices and a continuing global recession."
Tin commodities crash.
For those of us paying attention to financial bubbles, the late 1980's Tin Bubble was something to behold...
In the wee hours when the protagonists here tend to indulge in too much libation, they seem to hit on anything while wearing fear goggles.
Do you have a particular problem with the "me so ornery" crowd?
Good morning from the purple mountain majesties, above the fruited plain. 
You know what's funny?
When your land yacht gets stick at the entrance station of a National Park for hours, and tow tricks have to show up, to dislodge it, destroying it even further...
Gooooooood Moooorning Fiatnam!
With the odds of contracting an incurable disease named greed hovering around 87% on Wall*Street, the idea of a radical cashectomy was not without merit, despite the risks associated with the procedure. many had the surgery in 2008 against their best wishes, and as long as you wore falsies religiously, who would know the difference?
I've decided to stake it all on Bolivian sewer debentures, for what its worth.
Here's the view from the bar...
http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1053/1325296395_ede96a508f.jpg
The world has started streaming by us on their journey into the forest for the trees, and our fair burb more resembles an unofficial united nations if only temporarily, our moteilers moment to shine, and for the restaurants to make bank. (the local 'Meskin eatery that burned to a crisp a year and a half ago arising quickly, the first newly built place of its kind in half a century here in the little smoke, i'm told...)
In trail crew lingo, fermented beverages delivered by are known as 'flight supplies'
15 years ago, a buddy who had been on trail crew in the National Park for over a decade, took a bad fall down around 125 feet of granite and really did a number on himself, badly mangled with an assortment of extensive injuries too numerous to mention, and required a 6 month stint in hospital and a 2 year stay in a convalescent home. He was seriously fvcked vp.
So four years after the fall, a group of 5 of us including him go out on a backpack up to an alpine lake, and we're all thinking the same thing, "i'll take some of his stuff if the going gets rough, knowing his right foot is now fused in one position as a result of the accident" .
So we get to the lake after a few days, and he says, "hey, I brought a if anybody wants some", and we're all thinking he's got a can of something or another, and the sneaky bastard pulls out a 5 liter Grolsch mini-keg out of his backpack.
That was the best beer ever...
His loan has been our shepherd
He shall not want
It back?
The would-be ATM heist was an opening salvo in a much larger saga.
Set the money free
If it comes back into the system
Its yours
If it doesn't
It never existed
Are we clear on this?
Nobody knows nothing about the Mexican-American War enough to fight over who done what.
The obvious solution, being to get rid of the pesky 4% of all foldable fiats known to circulate, no?
I see a resolutionary war has erupted over centuries old settled matters.
Goooood Moooooorning Fiatnam!
The ATM Trail was where the VC were resupplied, over the border in Cashbodia, where the come here ruse was caught in an ambush, the skill ratio being $45 mil.
What worried us most, was if they could do it once, why not do it again repeatedly?
My theory is (pulls on extra tight)
The dollar and the $100 are the last of the old designs, and the dollar means bupkis in the scheme of things, so forget about that, but the vast majority of moolah held overseas is in old Benjamins, bay-bee.
Not sure the motive, but read into it, what you will.
Say, where are the new $100 bills we were promised way back when?
As long as the humor is consensual, sheep thrills are fine by me.
I merely parroted what he wrote on the blog on 4/1, and numbers are quite dull watercarriers.
Our host apparently doesn't appreciate humor (how many people make a point of saying they've never participated in April 1st tomfoolery in the 8 years on their blog?...) and it's easy to see why, as his world is a world of numbers primarily, and there isn't anything remotely funny about it.
Is that foam finger you're holding aloft with one digit unfurled, part of the invisible hand?
The beauty of pitching humor online, is you need not worry about your delivery, as one very seldom forgets punchlines, especially when you're making it up as you go.
Can we agree that the internet has killed the physical telling of a joke, for all intents and purposes?
The problem with the lack of jokeload, is no laughing matter.
Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past. ~ Eric Blair
All over London in the 80's and 90's, you'd find bucket shops...
Their version sold airline tix @ cut rate prices, as the industry pre-internet realized that a plane going anywhere with empty seats was a downright shame and you might as well get something for the effort, but they didn't want to undermine themselves by selling seats too cheap.
To what extent was the fraud in the financial industry before powerful computers became ubiquitous?
People that live in post Glass-Steagall houses shouldn't throw stones @ the ceiling?
I sold my Fannie Mae in 2007 for around $60, if they're doing so gosh darn well now, why is the stock currently a princely 93 cents per share?
Chill out and enjoy the ride, there's nothing you can do anyhow.
When the chimera ruse plays out and the final act goes on staged, is when the fun really begins.
There is no greater unseen fury, than that of a blogger scorned.
I'm kind of where the French were in 1940 with their purely defensive effort, about 3/4's finished.
Match-in-no Line
You can whisk them into the scornfield, but it doesn't mean they can see the forest for the trees all around them.
Some claim it was more fun when a few of us felt compelled to tell all about our dietary intake on a daily basis, versus the tired "I'm from the Big Apple, and I don't have a car" mantra that means nothing to the rest of the country.
Imagine if we were all in a comfy bar drinking snappy cocktails and the conversation turned to what you had or are going to have for dinner, and it didn't end there, it went into complexities of consumption, and by the way did I tell you all about the veggies i'm growing, blah blah blah. Would you really want to stay past the first drink?