Oh, this will play well with the unemployed, homeless, and pretty much anyone with even a trace of a moral center:
A group of Wall Street banksters staged a rally the other day . . . and I don’t mean that stocks ended the day on an up note.
Things had gotten entirely too annoying. First it was White House (and populist) complaints about Wall Street recklessness and greed (humongous bonuses). Now it was White House desire to attach new regulations and taxes to banks. Enough!
And so a rally was organized at lunchtime on the 23rd floor of 14 Wall Street, directly across the street from the New York Stock Exchange, in the cushy offices of John Thomas Financial, a three-year-old investment house. It was much more comfortable than, say, the street.
As Thomas Belesis, the 35-year-old chief executive of John Thomas who hatched the idea, put it, “It’s cold out.”
Goodie, a bankster whine and cheese party! Who’s bringing the hankies?
I don’t know what’s funnier – that the company is named “John Thomas“, or that these pampered little parasites with their Prada loafers and spa manicures couldn’t be bothered to don their cashmere coats, silk scarves from Thomas Pink and Italian leather gloves to stand outside in the cold for a whole 30 minutes.
Or maybe it’s something else. Maybe the prospect of a . . . chilly . . . response from the lumpenproletariat audience was just too great a threat to their over-inflated sense of well-being.
Come on, guys, sack up! Where’s the courage of your convictions, if you honestly believe you’re being unfairly victimized and denigrated by the little people? You certainly thought you were Billy Badasses when you were designing ingenious new ways to rip off the rest of the world, all while you pushed the needle in your BMW M5s to 120 on your way out to the Hamptons.
Before the rally began, Mr. Belesis explained that he had begun thinking about forming this group in the last month or so as he heard “the repeating, relentless attacks on Wall Street.”
“I wanted the people who work on Wall Street to be heard,” he said.
Yes, I can see how Mr. Belesis, poor beknighted soul, would be outraged by the fact that Wall Street has no megaphone of its own in the public square. Why, if only there were some method of ensuring that Wall Street’s interests had adequate representation in our government discourse!
THESE are the legendary Masters of the Universe? More like Slaves to Their Own Narcissistic PR.
P.S. If you haven’t read any of Matt Taibbi‘s or Andrew Ross Sorkin‘s work on the Goldman Sachs-otomy of our economy, I highly recommend this diary over at Daily Kos as a refresher, which reprints an AIG insider’s take of what actually happened in that fateful fall of 2008.



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watertiger!
hola! where’s my pity party?
If they really want to feel persecuted, they can come visit me. I will give them something to whine about. At least if the mountain lions and grizzlies don’t get them first.
WT, Suz, and EDP!
I have a question, WT? Why should banksters stand in the cold and the precip to protest when they can hire the homeless for less than minimum wage?
I don’t have a pitchfork, but I have a turning fork for my compost pile I’d be happy to use.
I don’t know why these pampered genius lords of the universe didn’t think of that themselves. /s
A fair question. Let’s ask Lloyd Blankfein. ;-)
It seems there’s a smarter guy in the room.
Actually, I was thinking f stripping them naked, slathering them in rancid fryer grease, and dropping them in the middle of the Bob Marshall Wilderness (home to the largest population of grizzlies in the lower 48)..
With these guys and a garden gnome that statement would still be true.
I read bobswern’s Diary at Daily Kos last night. Reading it wasn’t a bit like watching a train wreck, it was like being on the frickin’ train! I, too recommend it for anyone who wants to be able to discuss this glibly at a cocktail party.
Other than that, and the smirk on my face, I got nuttin’. So, I’m swiping the Asshole Merit badge :::yoink::: and standing down.
stupid fucks probably thought they were showing their solidarity with the common man by having their whine and cheese indoor protest
Assholes have a Merit Badge? I thought they were awarded brown stars…
That works too.
I believe the term is “chickenshit”.
With dingleberry clusters.
This story reminds me of an old Doonesbury cartoon from the late 70s. Truckers are trying to put together a protest, and lefty-hippie-organizer “Megaphone” Mark Slackmeyer is on hand trying to help them out — despite the fact that these are the kind of folks who regularly beat him up back in the day. The incongruity of the long-haired hippie and the conservative truckers is not lost on the police officer standing nearby who is monitoring the protest. Mark is struggling unsuccessfully to get the truckers into real protest mode, and after some egregiously bad move by the truckers, the cop tries to comfort Mark and says something to the effect of “It’s not like the good old days, is it?”
Let’s face it. If these guy want to have a good protest, they’re going to have to bring in a couple of DFHs.
And even then, it’ll be a real stretch to pull off.
LOL!
On the good news side, it looks to me like Dr. Tiller’s murderer convicted himself today with his own testimony. Karma’s a real bitch sometimes.
served on a silver platter (with the crust removed from the sandwiches of course) alongside a hubris chaser
If we could just harness their sense of entitlement as a power supply, we could keep this country going indefinitely.
What can you say about people who want varietal sacramental wine?
A DFH consultant, perhaps?
It’s not as if they don’t have sympathy for poor people, meaning those forced to squeak by on six-figure incomes.
When your defense starts with a confession, you know it’s going to be an uphill fight.
Got to love that. Asshat was so convinced of the righteousness of his cause that he assumed his lawyer would get it reduced to manslaughter and then hung himself on the stand.
And that your lawyer is even dumber and crazier than you are.
Which in this case is saying something.
I’ve actually got little problem with that.
I’ve got much more of a problem with folks who’d serve cheap sweet sappy stuff at the altar. Honest to God, this stuff would never get served at anyone’s home, but because it doesn’t easily go bad, altar guilds seem to love it.
Give me a nice Zinfandel at communion any day. If this is supposed to be a heavenly meal, it would be nice if the wine that was served with the bread engendered that kind of reaction.
Yep. At least he has a good shot at a legal malpractice suit.
and real bread — not those dry as chalk cracker bits
I was frankly surprised that the judge has ruled out the manslaughter charge. I think it should have never have been allowed.
And as far as hanging himself goes, I’m opposed to capital punishment, but there’s a part of me that was angry when the Sedgwick County DA decided not to seek the death penalty.
I am afraid you have to work on the bread a bit, too, in that case. Maybe a nice rustic Italian.
Bill Black rips one:
Testimony By Geithner, Bernanke and Paulson Demonstrates Need for Thorough Investigation of AIG Deals
No — it’s more that Roeder sees himself a servant of righteousness, and if that gets him martyrdom, that’s the ultimate vindication of his cause.
His lawyers have tried to talk him out of this, but he kept giving statements to the press admitting he did it and telling everyone exactly why. The lawyers had hoped to be able to get the judge to allow the jury to consider this voluntary manslaughter (because he had the idea he was preventing harm to others, misguided as that idea might be), but the judge shot that down today.
If it was me choosing the sacramental wine, I’d pick a nice Sauvignon Blanc or something. But I prefer whites to reds.
I does say a lot about the DA. I actually want this guy locked up in maximum security for the rest of his life. A much more horrific punishment IMHO.
In our church, we’ve been using home-baked whole wheat bread all along. The sacramental wine is a lot sweet for my tastes, though.
Maybe it’s just as well. Roeder is trying hard enough to make a martyr of himself; a death penalty could play into his hands.
Foulston (the DA) claimed that the aggravating factors required weren’t present. I don’t necessarily agree, but I’m more a logician than a lawyer.
I think they would have had a better case with an insanity plea.
True dat.
(and Suz @32)
I’ve done that in several parishes.
One Maundy Thursday, I had baked some fresh bread in the church kitchen, pulling it out of the oven right before the beginning of the service. I told the ushers to go down to the kitchen and get it when it came time for communion. They did so, bringing the fresh bread up the center aisle to the altar.
You could see every head turn to the ushers, as every nose caught the scent of fresh bread.
They never went back to the dried out wafers after that.
I agree. I’m against capital punishment on principle, however there will always be a few individuals who tempt you to make exceptions.
I knew you were a true man of God.
Dick Cheney comes to mind.
Colbert is ripping into McDonnell’s GOP knuckleheaded speech.
how cool. i’ve always though that is how it should be…. breaking bread that is actual bread and drinking wine that is actual wine makes it much more realistic of a ritual.
kool-aid and wafers may be cheap but they cheapen the significance of the ritual.
It’s a pretty short list, though.
Goldman Sachs, apparently, encourages its former employees to “go into public service” after they leave the mines.
/rubs side of nose
Why thank you.
When those who preside at communion think about the fact that Jesus’ first miracle (according to John’s gospel) was saving a wedding reception that had run out of wine by turning water into the finest wine the caterers had ever tasted, it might make us think that maybe we ought to be trying to live up to that standard a bit more ourselves.
Got to head to bed — it’s been a long day.
G’nite, all!
g’nite peterr
That’s the trouble, there are people you KNOW are SO guilty… and that one will never even be charged with so much as a misdemeanor.
Sleep well.
What are they worried about, someone’s going to spit on them and give them the H1N1 virus? These schmucks got the vaccine like 6 months ago!
Must look forward and not look back. Funny how the Brits don’t seem to share that view, much to Tony Blair’s horror.
Good night, Peter.
Hard to prove moral superiority to a murderer by committing an act of murder… even when it’s state sanctioned.
Agreed, and I have had 3 friends murdered.
g’nite Peterr
FWIW, I’d have settled for a Fig Newton…
That would be an improvement over the standard fare.
That’s pretty bad. I’ve lost countless friends and relatives to accidents but not acts of violence. Knocking on wood (I’m not superstitious but just in case)…
I know, I know. I’m opposed to capital punishment, but there are cases where nothing else seems appropriate.
And I know that’s the lizard brain at work.
Not certain how well it would mix with the vino.
“A Tectonic Shift in Voter Priorities – CAUTION Congress and Corporations: A People’s REVOLUTION is NOW Officially Underway
The economic crisis has set off a massive “earthquake” in the voters mind and has led to a tectonic shift in voter priorities. A visit to a less fortunate country will reveal, that voters there, are scarcely concerned with the gender, race or religion of their leadership (e.g. India the world’s most populous democracy is de facto ruled by Sonia Gandhi, a woman of Italian birth, who happens to be a Christian in charge of a largely Hindu nation), sexual orientation of their military, pseudo family values/culture. They have far deeper and greater issues to worry about: such as putting food on their family’s table, having a decent paying job, being able to afford an education for their children, saving enough for retirement, access to affordable healthcare and a fair legal system.”
http://firecracker-report.blogspot.com/2010/01/caution-congress-corporations-peoples.html
In the case of Tiller’s murderer he probably believes that like any mujahideen, he’d go flyin’ straight up to Hebbin’.
Time for me to toddle off. One more day of corrupting for the week. Take care all.
The period 1993-97 had lots of low points for me. The two lowest were the murder of my dad’s oldest sister by her husband and the murder of dad’s older brother by a home invader.
They were worse than my divorce, and that was pretty damned ugly itself.
Good night, Dr. D. Corrupt them thoroughly, or as thoroughly as your 50 minute period allows.
g’nite DrDick
Sorry to hear that. I suppose eventually you reach some level of acceptance but it must be very hard.
g’nite dr dick
Nite Dr. Dick
8 degrees here, windchill -4. Not supposed to get REALLY cold until the weekend. Think I’ll shut the window and go to bed. Splendid evening to all.
g’nite rat
It’s difficult. When my aunt was murdered, I had a better understanding of the need some survivors have for retribution. I speak about capital punishment being the only appropriate punishment in some cases (like Tiller’s killer), but that was visceral. I could have pulled the switch, dropped the tablet, fitted the noose, whatever.
I understand death penalty supporters much better now than I did before. I don’t agree, but I understand.
g’night RF.
How’s the weather in OR, Suz? It’s 32 and snowing here in southern NM.
hey bct — its 44, overcast and rain headed ashore tomorrow. i’ve not had any snow on the beach so far this winter. don’t think i will :(
The Japan current and the heat reservoir of the ocean make snow uncommon on the coast, don’t they?
my landlady said it isn’t that unusual to get snow here — perhaps once or twice a winter the coast will get snow but it doesn’t stick around long. that almost week long snow i had december a year ago was an anomaly — usualy gone within a day or two
Justifiable sentencing.
nite Dr Dick
I was an altar boy, and I can say the Catholic Church in the 50s offered a tasty tawny port. Of course, it was only for the Irish and Italian priests.
Well, I’m heading off to bed. Take care, folks.
g’nite bct
community baptist so it was grape juice and crackers *sigh*
Why do Wall Streeters have chapped lips?
They get it from kissing a cold mirror.
I went to the baptist church in New Orleans. Pretended to be a secret catholic will taking communion (grape juice and crackers)and would covertly make the sign of the cross. I thought that everyone else in New Orleans was having fun at the fancy catholic church and I was stuck eating crackers and sitting with my rigid grandmother.
But in their spare time, all the Irish priests preferred Jamison’s …or scotch.
ii would tell myself — it cudda been worse — it cudda been southern baptist with no dancing and fun was prohibited (mom grew up s/b)
Mary, I thought the same thing. Wanted to go to Catholic church and have 1st Communion like all the other little girls, instead of Presbyterian.
yea! One of my oldest friends is a presbyterian minister’s son. He calls them God’s frozen people. My mom is a whiskapalian and I used to go to church with her once or twice a year. That was pretty damn fancy, too.
I think it’s close enough.
I attended the catholic church my first year in college. Following being exhaustively counseled after my IBM card wasn’t returned to the school twice. Catholic church was the place to be if you wanted to turn in your card and wonder off..
Aloha Ya’ll!
Another excellent post, WT…!
Btw, I need some more rosin for my bow…! ;-)
We got real bread, and grape juice.
(It was a Methodist church, and we didn’t do alcohol on church property (then – I can’t swear to now).)
I need more explanation about this. IBM card? Not turned in? Catholic church?
maybe like a proof of attendance thingie dropped off at mass — since it was a catholic university? maybe?
Might have been like mine, where they wanted to know what your religion was, probably so they could bring in the appropriate flavor of chaplain if you ended up in the student hell center.
(My friends suggested putting down Olympian Zeus or something else along that line, just to keep them out of our hair. Today we’d probably use Pastafarian or Herbangelist instead.)
One more reason why talk is cheap…
Walk the talk, Obama…!
Church attendance was mandatory. We were issued IBM cards on the way out of our dorms (after being checked for heels, hose & hats). Every church in town seemingly cooperated with the school by turning in all the cards they collected.
This was very early 60s and we were being trained to be ladies. We also had to wear dresses, hose and heels (no lower than some stipulated height) to dinner. Rebellion usually took the form of nobody bathing during the week *g*
jane had a post up earlier about it….
*heh* Is that why she married a Navy guy…? To get away from it…? ;-)
You covert thing you.
When we got of the high school bus the principal was there to measure our shirts. If they were too short she riped out the hem.
Aah, that would’ve been while I was snoozing from working all night up the mtn…! ;-)
Shirts or skirts?
In many ways the school was very liberal. Drinking was not forbidden, being under the influence (ie stumbling drunk) was.
LLN is upstairs…!
An acquaintance of mine serves on the alter guild of her church and is (among other things) responsible for buying the wine. Her stated criteria has been that it must be on sale….I think she keeps buying the same stuff but since I’ve never tasted it, am in no position to evaluate what it tastes like.
Actually, I was going to ask if the merit badge was real or Photoshopped, it would be great to honor recipients electronically with their award. Oh, and, it might be an assumption on my part but, I don’t think the lumpenproletariat go to cocktail parties?
These people will rise again and repeat this whole mess at some point in the future.
Money talks.
So does bullshit.
Thanks, watertiger, I got such a good laugh out of this, both the event itself but more importantly, your witty description of it. Nice writing.