The Curmudgeon

When I moved into the new place, a prime attraction was the porch. At the time, I mused that it would be a great perch from which to watch it all turn to shit.

I had no idea that we were living on an parabolic curve- and man, has it sloped hard downward.

After the foul cabal of the RNC convention left the area, I've just been watchin' and musin'. Mostly, I wanted to content myself with the turning of the season, some college football, and the return of actual cooking some serious food. I also wanted to really keep the news at an arm's distance, because it portended to be little more than some extreme media contortions to portray the political races as close, as compelling, in short, as anything other than what they actually are- or should be.

The above plan was at best partially executed. The shit started hitting the fan- way too soon for the right wing nutjobs, and now the rats have to keep running the wheel. With no more time for finesse left, the financial rulers have no choice but bare knuckled robbery. This extortion act also stripped the Grampy McSame campaign of any hope of a Milfy cult of winking personality or a diversionary barrage of 'national security' warmongering issues, and now the broken old whore has to run a campaign of naked racism. To call it offensive is far too mild, to call it criminal far too clinical. No, the GOP intends to treat the nation to a month-long Dutch Oven, wherein the most foul gasses pour forth from the most foul asses while the covers are held over our head.

In short, things just got way too interesting to ignore entirely, and it happened, is happening still, quickly.

The good news is that we can't have that many more 5-600 point drops in the stock market ahead. By my estimate, 17 more such days, and that will be that. To any bankers or stockbrokers or other financial wizards looking for advice: jump already, motherfuckers.