The squeaky wheel gets the grease, eh?
So 'elite' Jim Cramer on TV recently screamed and screamed about his friends and colleagues who are suffering "Armageddon" out there. Screaming comes easy to the 'elite'. They are so sensitive! And then again it's also on their routine list of strategies and impresses the hell out of the non-elite, as we cruder mortals don't normally do it unless we're being murdered, do we? So when such as Jim does it, it makes headlines, doesn't it? Well, in a media devoted to the elites' same interests, it sure does.
His friends, of course, have been making chop-suey of the financial world for the last several decades. This is what has caused the present insane nightmare of the world of finance, which, once again, is all only a paper fantasy world in which money's notional 'value' at any given time is simply what a few crooks care to say it is to suit their purpose of taking everything away from everyone else, as we presently see. Strange things can be expected to happen in nightmares.
Most of Jim's other 'elite' friends, of course, have taken the sensible precaution of stashing all their loot away in their tax-free Trusts, to be used to continue taking any residue from everyone else should we happen to come by anything worthy of their attention during the succeeding decades. - Those of us, that is, who manage to stay out of those 800 Halliburton Holiday Camps awaiting anyone who notices and complains, with the barbed wire inclined to keep unhappy campers in and gas pipes running along the entire lengths of the buildings - www.apfn.org/APFN/camps.htm
We folks who will lose our homes and all and face ruination for the rest of our lives? - Oh, screw us, we're not important, are we? But the friends big Jim is screaming for are also of 'the elite', so these who have been hoist on their accomplices' petard must be rescued. Thus Jim duly squeaked on TV, and duly got them the grease. Whereupon the even more elite in Jim's hierarchy of 'the elite' in the shape of 'The Fed' poured in billions and billions of their pieces of paper to stabilize the situation and palliate the suffering of Jim's friends and colleagues, doubtless until they can slip the hell out from under the wreck and then let chaos ensue. And Ben Bernanke duly lowered the interest rate a full half percent in the cause of relieving the situation for Jim's friends - because that's what he's there for, to do what he's told - and the sliding market has at least momentarily checked in its inevitable downward plunge. Yes, if you carefully raise an insupportable weight overhigh and then let it go, that's what it does. It plunges. It has to. All the way.
Then we'll have to see what will become of the rest of us less worthy, eh? - Oh, for us, Armageddon Sharmageddon! - we'll just get wet, won't we, and if it's with blood and the blood is not of 'the elite', well, that's alright, red suits some folks. Eh?
We in the real world should all take heart, however, remember that the trash of finance is only fiction anyway, and when they come to try to take our homes away from us we'll just have to look them in the eye and tell them to get lost, or words to that effect, all seven million of us sold sub-prime lethal mortgages, backed by the rest of our various nations with our feet on the ground and a decent and abiding hatred of injustice.
After all, is the world for us real living people, or is it for the cause of symmetry in an invented mirage designed to delude people into giving their real things to a few thieves with a perverted sense of reality?
I mean, seriously now, could a real world ever be just for the interest of a few perverted thieves, even if they do think they're 'elite', and even if they have been getting away with it for five thousand years now?
Folks, let's just get a good firm grip on reality now, shall we? Don't you think any of us ordinary folk could make a better job of running a decent world than these present few who intend us nothing but what is meted out to four-footed visitors to the slaughter-house? Because I sure do.
