The WilliamBanzai7 Blog: December 2010

Friday, December 31, 2010

PaRTY LiKe iT'S 1929 (PRiNTS)

PARTY LIKE ITS 1929

(1999, The Artist Formerly Known as ...The Artist Formerly Known as Prince)

The Artist Formerly Known as Prints

(The Artist Known as WilliamBanzai7 December 31, 2008)

I was dreamin' when I wrote this

Forgive me if it goes astray

But when I woke up this mornin'

Coulda sworn it was Wall Street judgment day

The S&P was purple and the Bloomberg screen was gray,

There was busted Bankstas runnin' everywhere

Tryin' to run from the destruction,

U know I didn't even care

CHORUS

say say

Dow headed down to zero

Wall Street POMO party over, oops out of time

So tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1929

I was dreamin' when I wrote this

So sue me if I go to fast

But trading life is just a party, and parties weren't meant to last

QE profits all around us, my trader mind says prepare for flight

So if we gotta die lets go and hang Bernanke tonight...

say say

Dow headed down to zero--

Wall Street POMO party over, oops out of time

So tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1929

Lemme tell ya somethin'

If U didn't come to party,

don't bother knockin' on the money Printer's door

It's burning a hole in his pocket,

and baby he's ready to roll some more

Yeah, everybody's got an unhedged bomb,

we could all die any day

But before we let that happen,

We'll dance our Keynesian lives away

Oh, they say say Wall Street POMO party over,

oops out of time

So tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1929

say say DOW headed down to zero party over,

oops out of time

So tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1929

we gonna, oww 1929

Dont ya wanna go 1929

As Posted on Zero Hedge

Thursday, December 30, 2010

I am reposting this because "refudiate" was recently proclaimed word of the year and the Queen of the North is still offering televised excuses for its origination, the latest: "I mistakenly pressed "f" instead of "p".

You will recall that earlier she claimed it was a Shakespearean play on words.

What Doesn't she just fess up and say: "I thought it was a word." People can relate to that.

Because she is worried that her whole intellectual clown act can unravel ant minute, that's why.

LooK aT YouR KeYBoaRD and think about it ;-)

WASILLA SHAKES BEER TOO NUTS TO BE
(WilliamBanzaiShakespeare)

To be, or too nuts to be--that is my question:
Whether 'tis numbler for the mind to offer
The slings and arrows of outrageous distortions
Or to take up automatic firearms against a sea of social liberalism
And by opposing end them.
To die, to sleep--You Betcha!
No more--and by a waking sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That fluster me and my hairdo..
'Tis a mental constipation
Devoutly to be FOX news dished,
To try, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the hubbub,
For in that sleep of what dreams may come
When we get shuffled along the moron curve,
Must give us mental menopause.
Where's the refudiation
That makes chicken soup of life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of the internet
Th' decider's bong, the proud clown's costume
The pangs of desperation, the corrupt profits
The insolence of public office, and the spurns
That patient mental patients merit of th' unworthy tactics,
When she herself might her twitterfeed make
With a bare bodkin?
Who would firearms bear,
To grunt and sweat under in a weary trailer,
But that the dread of something after a lowlife of trash in
The undiscovered Northern counrty, from whose boneheaded exploits
No politician returns, puzzles the wild
And makes us rather bare those ills we have
Than fly to other countries that we know nothing of?
Thus science and knowledge does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of T Party Revolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of absent thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and vacuous moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,
Oh unfairly elected -- Political Nymphs, in thy offices
May all my carnivalations be memorialized.