Happy Festivus!!!

And a Merry Christmas to all! Today’s song of the day is A Mad Russian’s Christmas by Trans Siberian Orchestra.

And a lump of coal to all the rest of you


Song of the Day (12/19/2017)

Today’s song de la dia is Coming Back to Life by Pink Floyd. Do I have any Alex Trebek fans in the house?

I’ve been far too accommodating to my fellow capitalists. And just like Trebek and his ball, perhaps it’s time I give my commie readers the presidential treatment. It’s Arthur!Arthur’s right about that! Speaking of which, I recently worked with a client in a merger where there were concerns that it would not pass the Herfindahl-Hirschman concentration (oh god…) test. When the regulator asked if I seriously thought I’d close the deal, I looked him in the eye, and I said IT WOULD NOT BE DIFFICULT, MEIN FÜHRER!!!

Article: Thank Goodness for Donald Trump

Preacher tellin’ da truf an it hurtz!  Thought this was an interesting article – please find below.  Perhaps the author – Pankaj Mishra – is a tad bit brash, not unlike Trump.  But where Pankaj reaches for the pedestal, Trump reaches for the box.

Donald Trump’s first year in office seems to have been marked, above all, by his verbal incontinence. America’s tweeter-in-chief kept several continents rapt with his early-morning offerings. In his lack of inhibition and tact, Trump is the opposite of Barack Obama. At the same time, Obama’s decorum managed to conceal many unpleasant realities, which we would have had to confront sooner or later. Trump has expedited this confrontation — and, hopefully, inaugurated a new age of progressivism.

For one thing, it’s now clear that the election of a black man as U.S. president didn’t usher in a “post-racial” age. Obama’s own tenure, punctuated by police shootings of unarmed African Americans, revealed the insidious tenacity of racism: how it remains entrenched in institutions and policies decades after the end of formal segregation. With Trump in the White House, the potency of white supremacism can no longer be hidden.

The gains of the feminist movement never seemed as secure as under Obama, who appointed women to several important positions and anointed Hillary Clinton as his putative successor. It was easy to believe that as Margaret Thatcher put it, “the battle for women’s rights has been largely won” and that women in the workplace only needed to “lean in” a bit more. The systemic oppression of women seemed a problem for backward Muslims to resolve.

The election of a self-confessed groper to the White House, and his advocacy of similar offenders in politics, has helped bring to light a squalid netherworld in which even well-educated and affluent women find their dignity under perpetual assault.

On climate change, Obama undid some of the damage caused by the Bush administration’s refusal to sign the Kyoto Protocol. Trump has reversed these small gains by pulling the U.S. out of the Paris Agreement and appointing a notorious climate science denier as head of the Environmental Protection Agency. The struggle for a sustainable future now appears as formidable as it always was before being clouded by the premature euphoria generated by Paris.

Trump’s election also showed that the rising tide of globalization had not only failed to lift all boats, it had concentrated wealth in a small minority. The results confirmed what even the financial crisis of 2008 had failed to highlight: that unregulated markets were prone to dysfunction.

“There really is,” Ronald Reagan said in 1982, “something magic about the marketplace when it’s free to operate.” Such unexamined ideological faith in free markets and trickle-down economics has shaped too much of mainstream journalism as well as politics and business in recent decades.

It may once have been possible to dismiss inequality as the pet obsession of a few left-leaning economists, such as Thomas Piketty, and street agitators like those involved in the Occupy movement. With Trump, the terrible political consequences of inequality stare us in the face, along with the challenges of generating broadly beneficial economic growth.

Most importantly, a volatile man’s proximity to the nuclear button, and his promise to unleash “fire and fury like the world has never seen,” underline the perils of an imperial presidency, of concentrating in an individual the power to destroy life on earth.

Trump’s Twitter outbursts appear to freeze time. One day is like the rest in its quantity of provocation and outrage. But time is actually running out, and it is best to look beyond Trump’s social media antics and build on his rare and strange achievement. For he is the man who has taken off the presidential disguise Obama wore too well; he is the vital saboteur who is unmasking a social, political and economic system in an advanced stage of decay.

Trump is also making clear with his ineptitude that it’s up to concerned citizens to come together and fix this system. Other public figures, such as mayors, have already assumed political leadership on the issue of climate change. Trump’s opponents, on both the right and the left, are having to develop more creative and effective strategies. Feminism, broadly defined as a project against male domination, is again becoming a vigorous movement.

And Trump’s dangerous economic remedies, such as protectionism, have focused our minds, like nothing did previously, on the urgency of building what Lawrence Summers earlier this week called “the new economic foundation we so desperately need.”

We forgot, in the complacent era now just past, that all the fragile successes of the modern world — the building and consolidation of democracy, the extension of rights to women and minorities, and the victory over nasty prejudice — were the result of struggles. Created by human will and collective effort, these advances weren’t the result of some abstract or providential process which, like markets, had been left “free to operate.”

It has been Trump’s historical role to jolt us out of a profound amnesia and complacency, and into fresh thought and action. For this overdue awakening, if nothing else, the 45th U.S. president deserves our gratitude.

Song of the Day (12/16/2017)

Sup, brah! Today’s song of the day is…so-so in terms of the actual song…but the old cowboy is FUCKING EPIC! It’s Big Enough by Kirin J Callinan. If time is in short supply, go directly to minute 1:45. He wrote us this bigggg sexy hook that he knows we’re really gonna dig. And if you don’t have time for the full video, here’s a 30 second clip for your (re)viewing pleasure. Reminds me of the cat herding commercial from EDS (who?).

What’s that? Not entertained by my malodorous bullshit? Well then check out the following photo:

Looks like the City of Chicago Transportation Department has partnered with Mirena, maker of intrauterine devices (IUDs). That’s the black version.

Keeping the car theme going, check out these mofos:

White socks and dad jeans aside, these puppies are hot, Hot, HOT! Next is a bottle opener that you may or may not recognize:

Come on, tell me you get it. It’s an obscure movie. Rachel Weisz. Brendan Fraser. You must have this by now. Brendan narrows it down to what, two movies?

Well, I’m off to take the dog to the bark park to see if I can help him get some strange. After that, it’s back home where I’m gifting a friend an Echo for Christmas. It’s funny, I sort of feel like we gave Arianna Huffington an echo when we let another skirt onto the Board at Das Über.

Speaking of which. Start your timers…how many years before the “accused” overcome all of this adversity, return to the workforce, and become Time’s Man of the Year?

And finally, a great series of texts from a couple of weeks ago:

Women and the Insurance Industry

Gooooooood MORNING MIDDLE AMERICAAAAA!!!!! Short posting today. The following is a great quote (although the sperm part is cringeworthy) from Erick Gray:

“Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. If you give her sperm, she’ll give you a baby.. If you give her a house, she’ll give you a home. If you give her groceries, she’ll give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she’ll give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her. So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit!”

Pushing right along here. Making great time! The following is a terrific diagram of the pharma cash flow process:

Stay thirsty, mis amigos. I’ll be back when Bitcoin hits $100,000 or $100…whichever comes first.

The Flow Show…Feasting on TIPS!!!

I don’t really have anything to add here.  Is there too much liquidity in the pipeline…and customers need to eat the finished goods?  Do auditors really want to see their bonded positions?  Let’s talk about TIP inflows…well sound the horn!  (If you need to, don’t Google this one).  BofA:Merrill Lynch = Bull:Bear?  Never mind, we’re done here, WE’RE DONE HERE!

Up to this point, the entire blog has been written on a mobile phone (Sent from my tiny keyboard, please excuse any grammatical errors…as my hands type like a 7 year old’s on a keyboard assembled by a 5 year old’s).  However, I may from time to time, going forward, from now on, occasionally use a keyboard and monitor as my hammer and sickle.  Forgive me Reagan, some men just want to see the world burn.

For those of you who prefer a more wholesome, cleaner finish to the posting, please enjoy I Can’t Help Myself by The Four Tops.

This is your last chance.  After this…there is no turning back.  You take the oldies song, the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe…whatever you want to believe.  You take the photograph of the gratuitous and organically thriving fecal matter, you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes…

Jackson.  Fucking.  Pollock.

You best be STOKED that I didn’t take an iPhone “Live Photo” of this thing because it was literally CRAWLING up the fucking porcelain.  It took Adam 3.8 BILLION years to climb out of the primordial soup, slop up onto land, and fully erect.  Based on third party observation of the bathroom door, it took this thing fewer than 15 MINUTES to transcend chemosynthesis entirely, develop an advanced set of lungs with exceedingly efficient oxygen-for-carbon dioxide exchange, and aggressively spring from the murk with reckless abandon.

Happy Thanksgiving!  Shitter was full.