Sunday, January 25, 2009

Everything's f*cked up

The BBC's financial guru Robert Peston could learn a thing or two from this very articulate and thoughtful young man...





the last 30 seconds are worth waiting for imho


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45 comments:

paul said...

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Stef said...

that's that fire baby, that's that fire

Stef said...

I've only just noticed his ziotube username is 'walstreetpro'

Anonymous said...

awesome.

Anonymous said...

http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-budget17-2009jan17,0,4472460.story

Herr Guv'nor http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb258/BRADY969/arnoldproof.jpg is proving him right.
Methinks a lot of people still have enough spunk in them to work things out, and I agree, the collapse probably happened faster than 'they' thought. This could be a potentially positive thing i the long run, we'll see.

anon 22:41 said...

The fawhr, goddammit!

It took me a while to adjust to what he meant by a commode with legs as in my book a commode is a chest of drawers.
I had the mental image of decadent rich people taking dumps into luxurious chests of drawers on legs following them around.

MerkinOnCommode said...

'I had the mental image of decadent rich people taking dumps into luxurious chests of drawers on legs following them around.'

I remember - many many years ago - being drunk as a skunk and pissing into an open drawer next to my bed under the impression that I was pissing in a urinal.

In that case, 'shit never happened'.

Stef said...

Story One

I came back lagered to the Colwyn Bay youth hostel one night, went to bed in the large open plan dorm, got up half an hour later to go the bathroom and couldn't find my way out of the room in the dark. Made an executive decision to pee in the corner of the room and clear it up in the morning. Woke up at first light went to the corner of the room and discovered a Dutch cycle tourist's open rucksack and no tell-tale puddle. I went back to bed...

Story Two

Study Centre in Abergavenny - More beer - Same scenario as Colwyn bay. Found my way of dorm but not the light switch. Groped my way into what I though was the toilet (one of those floor-based squat jobs) and let rip. Light comes on and I discover that I'm urinating on one of the centre wardens in bed

I have two or three similar stories. All of them, for some reason, set in Wales

Stef said...

I would like to take this opportunity to publicly thank walstreetpro for reminding me why I used to travel to America so often; the further South the more entertaining

Stef said...

Britain was just three hours away from going bust last year after a secret run on the banks, one of Gordon Brown's Ministers has revealed.

City Minister Paul Myners disclosed that on Friday, October 10, the country was 'very close' to a complete banking collapse after 'major depositors' attempted to withdraw their money en masse.

The Mail on Sunday has been told that the Treasury was preparing for the banks to shut their doors to all customers, terminate electronic transfers and even block hole-in-the-wall cash withdrawals.

Only frantic behind-the-scenes efforts averted financial meltdown...

Edo said...

F**king brilliant!

Anonymous said...

very excellent.great rant,kinda inspiring in its way!

Anonymous said...

The last few comments on the Mail article are encouraging, Stef. Not all is lost...

Stef said...

no, far from it

Parabellum said...

Ladies and gentlemen, load your hunting rifles! We are going on a witch-hunt!

Besides, I am missing people like Greg Lippman...

The Antagonist said...

Nice link, parabellum.

Seems The Guardian has gone all "conspiracy theorist" blaming just 25 people for the global financial meltdown, none of them poor.

Ho ho ho. Who'd have thunk it?

Next they'll be writing about how cabals of ruling class members holding secretive meetings while linking arms in the midst of a skydive.

And, seeing as I'm hinting at Michael Parenti's "Conspiracy AND Class Power" quote, here's the latest from the pugnacious, working class Italian American.

paul said...

Maybe the guardian should hire this guy?

Stef said...

Those Parenti audio files are, of course, amongst the most sacred MP3s of conspiraloonery

Stef said...

In the same vein as Parenti joking that 'yes, the bad guys do meet in rooms, not skydiving' I often have similar thoughts when people criticize bloggers for being sad acts typing away in spare bedrooms on their own in their underpants whilst munching away on family size bags of cheesy wotsits

well, yeah

where and how else are we supposed to do it?

during a day trip to the zoo maybe? amongst a crowd of spectators at a football match? in front of a live throng of thousands of adulating worshipers? during sex? during sex with someone else?

would people take bloggers more seriously if they took to posting whilst dressed in safari jackets and nibbling on canapes?

well, it's worth a try I suppose

The Antagonist said...

people criticize bloggers for being sad acts typing away in spare bedrooms on their own in their underpants

One might be tempted to ask from whence precisely the bloggers who criticise others bloggers in this manner are blogging, and whether or not they should be taken more seriously if they are a) not wearing underpants, or, b) wearing someone else's underpants.

Furthermore, everyone knows it's easier and more cost effective to change your underpants occasionally than it is to change the chair on which you have been sitting without any underpants on.

Stef said...

chair?

you have a chair?

paul said...

A chilling discovery for all healthy underpant users

Stef said...

I don't understand the significance of the photo used to illustrate that story

The Antagonist said...

He certainly looks rather pleased with himself for someone with prostate cancer.

Maybe the picture caught him engaged in some of the prostate cancer inducing activity about which the story warns.

The wanker.

paul said...

I think it's very hard to illustrate the intense joy of chucking your muck with mark thompson's guidelines.

paul said...

The subtext is:
He's laughing now, but he has just placed a loaded gun to his head.

Stef said...

and there's been me following the BBCs advice on the matter for the last five years

this popular science thing is awfully confusing sometimes

Parabellum said...

The BBC is not responsible for the content of external internet sites.

And the BBC is responsible for the content of internal internet sites?

Stef, thanks for the link, I laughed out loud. :-)

Anonymous said...

Hahaha. Its the fact they're taking that concept seriously that makes it so funny.

rob said...

It´s definitely time for

http://de.youtube.com/watch?v=4vbZKyB8L68

I`m a Wanker

a true classic.

Stef said...

you really don't want get me started on the subject of songs about w@nking

I grew up listening to songs about w@nking

Stef said...

Orgasm Addict

Turning Japanese

Teenage Kicks

Stef said...

Pump It Up

Brass in Pocket

Pictures of Lily</a

Stef said...

and, of course...

Whip It

Stef said...

Mind you, there are those who maintain that every record ever produced by Devo is about wanking

paul said...

Mark Mothersbaugh maintains whip it is a motivational song reflecting his father's (who played general boy in 'the truth about de-evolution')can do philosophical attitude.

Stef said...

and the huge bowl of cream signifies?

Stef said...

At least one track about tossing yourself off was virtually mandatory on any album released between about 1977 and 1983

Those were the kind of times we were living in

paul said...

and the huge bowl of cream signifies?

That refers to the phrase "When the cream's been left out too long"
which refers to the perils of procrastination, rather than signing your own death warrant in spunk.

Stef said...

ah, but isn't that the wonderful thing about art - it's open to everyone's individual interpretation and if everyone I knew thought that song was about signing their own death warrant in spunk then, for them, it was

paul said...

I beleive that is the authorial problem known as retention of intent.


Not helped by what debby harry described in videodrome:

We live in overstimulated times. We crave stimulation.
We gorge ourselves on it. We always want more,
whether it's tactile, emotional or sexual.
And I think that's bad.

Stef said...

well, you definitely know where you stand with the lyrically unambiguous Buzzcocks

Parabellum said...

And now, something that made me really happy.

Tinker? Come on Tinker!

Stef said...

simple things...

DE said...

Very appropriate music. System of a Down.