Wear Clean Draws  (because there’s 5 million ways to kill a ceo)

dog almighty, i’ve had one shitty day. a shitty week. and it’s only tuesday. a woman i work with once said something that had me practically pissing myself in a meeting. as she listened to some news that annoyed, she started to write a note to herself, saying out loud, “Repeat again: It is illegal to kill stupid people.”

Stupid here means lazy asses who can’t be bothered to give a shit about anybody but themselves, people conditioned by a organization culture that rewards them for being lazy asses and punishes them for trying to do a good job. granted. granted.

nonetheless, when these people, who i try to understand are just doing what is rational (shitting on others rather than get shit on), fuck up my day or my week, i have this sign tacked to the cewb, a sign which we, as a joke, used to hold up during meetings to silently indicate our common thoughts or to just elicit a laff.

i had to read the sign about 100 gojangazillion times today to keep myself from just walking out and going shopping at the mall as a way to signal my utter disgust.

it is either that or break d own and cry over busting my asses trying to improve things for the better at work, only to have that effort crapped all over by petty mother fuckers who have ingrained in them a spirit of crass bullshittery called in to action whenever someone actually tries to, oh i don’t know, the phrase for it in working class culture is ‘rate busting’. i’m busting my ass to make *other* people’s lives better. but there are sometimes other people who don’t want an iimproved process because, if you fixed it, they could no longer be fuck ups and blame it all on the poor process.

so then i come home and catch me up on some economic news and think about the bullshittery spouted by a friend, a conservative, who posts to a discussion lists composed of folks with mixed politics. he is obviously intimidated by the brain wattage on the list and probably can’t deal with the concentration of brain wattage among the dems, liberals, progressives (puke) *REMIND ME TO TELL YOU WHAT I THINK OF THE LABEL PROGRESSIVE SOMETIME, ‘K?***** and occasional real life leftist or radical. REMIND ME ALSO TO EXPLAIN HOW DISGUSTED I AM BY PEOPLE GRABBING THE NAME RADICAL AND MEANING NOTHING MORE THAN NEO-LIBERAL DEMOCRAT BY IT.

Also? remind me and i’ll rant some day about the fuckstains who are “radical” who turn everything into a fucking critique of the state and pretend it’s class analysis — and pretend they are opposed to capitalism. when you know damn good and well, they don’t understand how capitalism works, and they sure as shit wouldn’t know a critique of capitalism if it bit them on the left tit.

fuck.

so where was i ? so i come home and read this conservative friend, who I like to argue with, but who i won’t b/c I really don’t want to stir up shit between us — me, him, his wife, r, the kids, the whole kit’n'kaboodle ya know? y’all’ve been there done that got the tee shirt, right? right.

and this conservative friend, in public, where he’s a little afraid of coming out as a conservative, tries to ask questions and probe the left (cough) positions he sees as troubling. and he does so by asking people to provide a ‘fisking’ of some piece of shit he found on some conservative web site.

do your own fucking fisking if you don’t buy it, you cowardly fuck, i want to say.

don’t, under the damn pretense of just being a tender student of what’s going on, bat your fucking eyelashes and pretend that you just want to understand. *blink* *blink*

and then don’t tell me, when I or others politely offer, not a bullshit blog fisking, but a serious analysis of the claim followed by calm, cool reasoned argument, with evidence even! that you are just a lowly purple guy in a blue county who is just tryin’ t’understand and feeling like, with all that’s going on with the economy, that it just mght be that we’re getting swindled.

and then go on in another post to, once again, point the finger at the CRA. And forward some other piece of shit basically blaming the democrats. And then whine about how you’re just a small business owner trying to make a living in an industry that is fucking hurting b/c, goshes, the industry was for fucking luxury goods: yachts! sailboats! etc. and boy o boy are you feeling down, struggling ‘n’ all.

and boy ‘o boy does it all feel like a big swindle with the beneficiaries being politicians and pork and….

oh hey, basically the big rip off artists are all politicians and government programs and such.

and the CRA — community reinvestment act. *psssssssst. code word for the coloreds! well, loosening up fo the CRA did it all. these banks and loan companies and what not, they never ever would have loaned to people who couldn’t pay it off without being forced by some government program! purse as gold all businessmen are.

wheeeeeeeeeeee.

and i just want to scream and ask, who are you fucking kidding? you’re neutral. you’re just a poor ordinary old tax payer who, btw, once took us out to dinner and wrote it off as a business fucking expense even tho it had jack to do with business. just me o my little ol’ tax payer doing right by everyone. honest as the day is long.

fuck me!

so, you’re just a neutral party, little ole business guy, tryin’ ta figure it all out. but every time you lay typage on the screen, the only people who seem to take the blame are politicians!

not one word in any of the typage lays the blame at the feet of wall st., corporate greed.

just tryin’ ta figger it all out right partner?

fuck you!

oh. i feel much better. i wish i could drink! but bad for the ticker man. bad for the ticker.

sorry for typos. i just don’t give a rat’s about them right now. i need to spew. i’ll be amazed that anyone understood a word i wrote, frankly.

p.s and I want to ream him a new one about how his business is built on a clientele that sells luxury goods. really now. if you are so big on people predicting years ago that the CRA reforms would lead to a mess, WTF did you continue to build your business on a luxury good market. What THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?

on your own godamned ideology, you play, you pay motherfucker. you fucked up. you didn’t make sure to diversity. you didn’t arm yourself with every big of information. you didn’t stop and ask yourself where all the money was coming from. bc/ had you, you would have seen it coming and protected yourself.

news of a real estate bubble bursting eventually is nearly four years old — at least. i can remember discussing the bubble and the fallout when it burst years ago. comparisons to japan’s economy abounded at the time. where were you? raking in the dough? building a business on the hot air that filled the balloon, right?

well, you play you pay motherfucker.

having a hard time? should have put some money in savings, according to your own damn ideology.

i really detest these conservative fucks who whine when they have to take their own medicine. they’re happy to give out that medicine when it comes to people they don’t like, but themselves. no way. they’re always an exception.

they remind me of the fuckstains in this article:

The Rage of the Previously Rich

Lehman staffers in London felt particularly stung. Barclays acquisition includes only Lehman’s New York operations, meaning that the employees at Canary Wharf are going to be jettisoned. On the morning of September 17, one London managing director sent a terse e-mail to Lehman’s president, and cc’d the entire London office. The message­subject line: “To Tom, Michael and Bart: The Email that Never Came”­complained bitterly that New York never expressed gratitude for London’s efforts even while they were thrown under the bus.

Then, just before 10 p.m. on September 16, Fuld finally sent a memo to the staff. “I know that this has been very painful on all of you both personally and financially,” he wrote. “For this, I feel horrible.”

It was the apology the staffers had sought for days.

On September 17, word filtered through the office that Barclays would keep people on for only several months as they figured out whom they wanted to retain. One staffer remarked that he was glad he had decided not to enroll his kid in private school. “It’s sinking in how much money people have and what they can afford going forward,” the Trader said.

On Saturday, September 13, the Trader took his 8-year-old son to his first Yankees game, against Tampa Bay. “My 8-year-old is asking me questions about the economy. And I’m thinking, You should really think about baseball,” the Trader said.

The Trader paid for great seats. They sat fieldside in the languid summer afternoon, six rows from the Yankees dugout. When the Yankees took the field, the Trader’s son erupted in cheers.

“Jeter! Jeter! Jeter!” he yelled, but the players jogged out to the field, with scarcely a glance toward the stands.

“Daddy, why doesn’t he answer?” the son asked.

And suddenly, the Trader boiled with anger. He had done his part, put in the sixteen-hour days to buy his kid the best seats in the stadium. Lehman, and the career he signed up for, was disappearing in front of his eyes. Yet the Yankees were losing, and Derek Jeter was still going to take home his $21 million, and he couldn’t even bother to show some gratitude. It was a fantasy world, out of touch.

“Those guys have the easiest job,” the Trader thought, “when it’s clear they don’t care. Fuck, in my next life I want to be a baseball player.”

cont’d http://nymag.com/news/businessfinance/50523/index2.html