And no sooner does Citi take over a bank that just failed, in part, because ellos los chaperon los penes de “La Raza”,  than it…does the exact same thing itself.
CITI AND THE CITI FOUNDATION AWARD $1,000,000 TO THE NATIONAL COUNCIL OF LA RAZA
Grant Supports Ongoing Capacity Building for Local Affiliates
Just an FYI – Citi was one of the banks scheduled to be bailed out under the terms of the Crap Sandwich™.
Memo to Citi:  Those who don’t learn from history are doomed to repeat it.
Last week, we had a veritable gaggle of Chicken Littles squawking that if the original $700 XXXL (that’s billion  to you folks at the Church of the SubTarded) bailout crap sandwich bill wasn’t passed BY FRIDAY, BAH GAWD™, that the economy would tank and we’d all lose our jobs and be living in SackclothAndAshes-Ville™ by Monday.
Monday they said that if Uncle Sugar didn’t do something by the end of the day, stocks would lose 398% of their value, the economy would crash and we’d all be selling apples on street cornersOHMAHGAWDTHEHORRORTHEHUMANITY!!!!!!!11!!ONE!!!1
This morning, as I write this, the Dow is up 240 points.  (And yes, I am fully aware that it may change, depending on what time you click that link, but that’s just as I was writing this, okay?)
I’m still here.  What about you?
UPDATE:  Dow finished up 485 – well over half the value lost yesterday.
Those of you who whined about the sky falling yesterday:  Don’tcha feel rather silly now? 
Denizens, remember a couple of days ago I challenged these pussies to come get me?
Not that I had anything to do with it (I didn’t), but it looks like they got the message, anyway:
Missouri law officials, including public prosecutors, who were reportedly planning to “respond immediately” to any misleading advertisements against Barack Obama if they “might violate Missouri ethics laws,” have now backed off the intimidating implications of that report, promising that they have no intention of prosecuting anyone.
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A spokesperson for St. Louis City Circuit Attorney Jennifer Joyce, however, told WND that the televised “Truth Squad” announcement was misunderstood.
“The only action they would take would be to provide truthful information to the public so they can make up their minds,” said spokesperson Susan Ryan. “Neither (Joyce) nor anybody involved in this has any intention of prosecuting anybody.”
When asked if the initial announcement suggested legal ramifications for “crossing ethics laws in Missouri,” Ryan confirmed, “Unfortunately it did suggest that, but the ‘Truth Squad’ has no intention of prosecuting anyone for this.”
Further, Ryan insisted, attorneys McCulloch and Joyce are participating in the “Truth Squad” as part of their private citizenship, on their own time, and in no way in their capacity as prosecutors.
Uh huh.  Right.  Pull the other one, bitch.  Like I’m supposed to believe anything coming out of the skanky piehole of a DemoNazi.
Mizzou governor Matt Blount (hmmm, wonder if he’s any relation to this guy?) isn’t buying it, either:
“That’s not how they announced it,” objected Gov. Blount in an interview on Fox TV’s “America’s Newsroom” talk show. “They rolled it out as prosecutors willing to take actions as prosecutors.”
Blount conceded that government officials could serve on “Truth Squads” in their private time, but defended his sharp criticism of the way the announcement was made.
“What I found troubling,” said Blount, “is that a campaign enlisted prosecutors, and those prosecutors specifically talked about targeting their opponents; they talked about responding to ‘alleged violations of the law.’ Generally when a prosecutor talks about responding to an alleged violation of the law, that means you’re going to prosecute.”
Oh, that’s what they meant to do, Governor:  Intimidate the populace into doing things their  way.  Just like a typical schoolyard bully.
Except these bullies didn’t count on the GenPop™ turning on them like they did.  Real brave they are when they’re in front of a camera or sitting behind their desks & benches.  Not so much when they’re face-to-face, hm?
Denizens, this is how you de-testicle a bully (assuming you can even find  their balls):  Stand up to them and tell them in no uncertain terms that a bloody nose – among other things – awaits them if they persist.
Stupid little chickenshits they are, and stupid little chickenshits they’ll be.
Typical Demoscum.
(Hat tip:  Malkin reader JD in D.C.)
Item:  Back in June, Wachovia Bank decided to do an “in your face” to legal  American citizens and fund a group of Mexican pendejo  pussies called “La Raza”.  (For the Uninitiated™, their slogan is “For the Race, everything; for those outside the race, nothing”.)
Item:  Today, Citigroup agreed to buy Wachovia before the FDIC had to step in and bail ’em out.
Yeah, how’d that La Raza deal work out for ya, Wachovia? 
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2008
Posted by @ 13:13
Michelle Malkin reports that the first attempt at shoving this Bombastic Bullshit Bailout Bill™ down our throats has failed.  Arm twisting now underway, with one vote changed so far.
Presumably, that’d be the one B. HUSSEIN!!!  Obambi’s uber-goons got to.
More to come.
UPDATE:  Done deal.  This version of the BBBB™ is dead.
And Wall Street is acting like a four-year-old who’s just been told that no, he can’t have a cookie.
Fine.  Let Wall Street crash.  Those of us who are left can pick up the pieces and start over.
At least there’ll be some of us left.  With this POS bill, we’d all  get creamed.
LC & IB BlackisWhite sent me this link via email last night, and I think the post, and the linked .pdf article, are well worthy of your time.
Go.  Shoo.
Remember I said that if Ed Hochuli was the best the NFL had to offer, that we were screwed?
I rest my effin’ case.
Arlington Heights 20, Dunbar 27
#24 Texas Christian 10, #2 Oklahoma 35
UBuffalo 25, at Central Michigan 27 (UBuffalo covers)
at Nebraska 20, Virginia Tech 35
at Dallas 24, Washington Foreskins 12, Fucking Excuses for NFL Zebras 14
Quoting directly from DFW Varsity.com:
Nicholas Rockwell broke up a fourth-down pass to clinch Fort Worth Dunbar’s 27-20 victory against Fort Worth Arlington Heights. On offense, Rockwell threw two touchdown passes as Dunbar (4-1) won its fourth straight, and Darius White caught an 88-yard touchdown pass and returned a punt 85 yards for a touchdown. Heights (3-2) had significantly better stats, but three turnovers to Dunbar’s two.
That’s it in a nutshell.  Turnovers kill you, and they killed Heights this week.  Steve Hale needs to figure out how to teach the Jackets to hang onto the ball.
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Drew Willy threw for 270 yards, and James Starks ran for nearly 100 and did get a touchdown, but the Bulls couldn’t hold off C. Michigan in the end.
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The Cornhuskers aren’t quite ready for prime time.
Tyrod (what kind of name is Tyrod?) Taylor scored a 2-yard touchdown with two minutes left, then They Who Wore Nice Unis For A Change™ forced a Nebraska fumble late, ending the Huskers’ comeback hopes.
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Y’know, it’s not bad enough that OU is clearly better than TCU.  Not enough that they’re bigger, stronger, faster, etc.  They just had  to have the fucking Big XII zebras in their back pocket, too.
TCU getting called for pass interference penalties that were eerily similar to through-the-back plays that OU got away with.  Offsides penalties that OU also got away with.  And a clear 4th-down catch that was called incomplete, then “upheld” on review.
What, did OU not learn anything from those travesties at Texas Tech & Oregon a few years back?
All that said, OU showed Gary Patterson just how far in over his head he is.
The simple fact of the matter is this:  Patterson, if you and your program want to ever be taken seriously again – you have  to get bigger up front.  And I mean on both  sides of the ball.  OU’s O-line went an average of 315 across the front, while TCU’s D-line averages 265.  The Tadpoles were simply overpowered all night long.
Bradford played so much pitch & catch with his receivers I thought Dickhead Bump-ass had somehow hired Dave Campo to coach the Frog secondary.
One of the things that annoyed me about the game – well, besides FSN’s effin’ homer announce team – was that every time OU scored or did something else of which the crowd approved, they’d cut to a group of OU morons flashing the upside-down “Hook ’em Horns” sign.
Memo to those idiots:  That’s in two weeks.  That stupid-assed sign means dick to us – in fact, we happily join you in making it most days.  Find something else.
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And speaking of pitch & catch…
Congratulations, Dallas.  Once again, you have lost to an inferior  team.
Yes, you’re damned right, Virginia.  I said an inferior, half-assed excuse for a football team.
All you have to do is lay a lick on that little Smurf-ette (that’s right, Sandra Moss, you’re a fucking pussy) and knock him on his ass, then do the very same thing to Clinton Cunton Portis, and you’ve stopped the Washington Foreskins.
Instead, once again you’ve played down to the level of the opposition, and lost a game you should have won because of it.  Once again you’ve played your little soft zone like Coach Cupcake wants you to play, and once again little Janie Campbell got to play tea-party with his boyfriends.  Once again you failed to hit  anyone – “Excuse me, Miss Portis, ma’am, may I tackle you now?” – when you could’ve  laid some wood on some people and put the Fear Of Gawd™ in them…and once again, it’s cost you dearly.
And don’t even  get me started on the half-assed officiating that we had to put up with.  A blatant  pass-interference on Terrell Owens that didn’t get flagged – everyone in the damned stadium saw it except the seven blind Tiberian bats in stripes; the fat-assed “Hogs” were holding all day for pussy Portis and it never got called; and just when the Cowboys had finally stopped this so-called juggernaut – boom, a 12-men-on-the-field flag.  I saw two shots of the field for that play, from the side and from the end.  And I’m still  looking for that 12th man.
The pussies who came to Irving today dressed up in their merlot-and-limburger (and smelling like it, too) will go back to their little shithole on the Potomac with their little self-satisfied smirks on their cunt faces.  But the fact is that they’re a suck-assed little excuse-for-a-football team – and the Beagles are going to prove it next week by kicking their skanky asses.
Fuck you, Jennnifer Zorn and Danielle Snyder.  You assclowns are nothing but shit.
This week:  2-4 (UBuffalo covered).  Overall:  22-5.
The PFW will return Friday, when I explain why it’s not a good idea to be San Diego State.
B. HUSSEIN!!!  Obambi doesn’t want you to see this video:
Send  your so-called “truth squads” after me, Obitchipoo.  I fucking dare you.
Why the Pentagon, bin Laden?
Some of us here think that targeting Redskin Foreskin Park would have cost you a lot less grief.
(And yes, TripleLinguiniDick, I said it. What the fuck  do you think you’re gonna do about it?  Not a damned fuckin’ thing, that’s  what, asswipe.)
Time to initiate a new category.
Well, seems the General here has got to enter the 21st century when it comes to staying in contact with the HQ and Battlestaff. Up until now, all I’ve ever used to stay in contact when I was off-base was your plain old simple cell phone. And for the most part I’ve stuck with Motorola RAZR phone for the past couple of years because of the big screen and small overall footprint.
But remember, your General is also a closet Linux fanboy. I still have a working Sharp ZAURUS SL-5500 that I tinker with every once and a while. Ahh, the good ol’ days of yore…….
So, when the HTC Dream was announced would use the Google Android mobile OS my interest perked up again. So much so, that today I cranked up my T-Mobile (yup, I use T-Mobile….when you get the kind of discount on the service I get, it was an easy decision) site and put my pre-order in for the G1 in lovely black. Yes, I’ve already read a bunch of the coverage on the G1, and yes I’m aware of the shortcomings the G1 has. but my opinion is that the things that the G1 is doing right is enough to outweigh the minor inconvenience of not having a headphone jack. Yes I know it also is missing Exchange/Outlook support by default, but I’m certain the developer community will have that shortcoming eliminated by the offical release date of October 22nd, prolly with a few days to spare!
As I said, to initiate the “Technology-ery” category I’m going to post about the G1 and my thoughts about it as it arrives next month. I’ll also try to cover the apps that I’ll add to the phone to make my life easier as I transition to a “smartphone” and the needs I’ll have that the phone will meet (hopefully).
Stay tuned.
ThatIsAll™.
Another giant of the screen and film has passed. Paul Newman passed away today at his home in Westbury, Connecticut. Go here and here for further coverage.
Even though he was clearly liberal in his political dealings, between Steve McQueen and a select few others, Paul Newman defined “cool” in the movies. Not to mention, Paul was darn good as well inside a race car. It was said that he would adjust his filming schedule to ensure he could get as much time at the track as was possible. Not only was Paul a driver, but he also was a car/team owner once he couldn’t race anymore.
And doggonnit, he made a really decent line of salad dressings.
He will be missed.
Looks like B. HUSSEIN!!!  Obambi’s Gestapo “truth squad” goons aren’t wasting any time:
A team of Obama-supporting prosecutors and sheriffs in Missouri is preparing to pursue legal challenges to any presidential campaign ads deemed to be false or misleading.
KMOV-TV in St. Louis reports District Attorney Robert McCulloch, a past president of the National District Attorneys Association, said that whether the ads could be attributed to an opponent’s campaign itself, or another organization, “If they’re not going to tell the truth, somebody’s got to step up and say, ‘That’s not the truth. This is the truth.'”
Would that be truth like, “B. HUSSEIN!!!  Obambi is a socialist, needle-dicked pussy faggot who doesn’t even possess the testicles in his family”?  Or perhaps, “B. HUSSEIN!!!  Obambi is nothing but a Shit-cago political machine hack  who doesn’t have the balls to fight his own fights, but has to hire thugs to do his fighting for him”?
That kind of truth, you mean?
The effort appeared to be part of a move by the Obama campaign to block advertisements to which it objects. The campaign also sent “threatening” letters to several news agencies in Pennsylvania and Ohio demanding they stop airing ads exposing Obama’s gun stance, according to the National Rifle Association.
The NRA’s Political Victory Fund condemned the attempt at censorship.
“Barack Obama and his campaign are terrified of the truth,” said Chris W. Cox, chairman of organization. “Sen. Obama’s statements and support for restricting access to firearms, raising taxes on guns and ammunition and voting against the use of firearms for self-defense in the home are a matter of public record. NRA-PVF will make sure that everyone knows of Obama’s abysmal record on guns and hunting.”
All one has to do is look at the state of Ill-noise and their Second Amendment-violating draconian gun laws to figure that  out.  That’d probably be agenda item number five – right after surrendering in Iraq, surrendering in Afghanistan, re-imposing the so-called “Fairness Doctrine” and extending it to the Blogosphere, and signing an Executive Order mandating infanticide.
(How’m I doing on those truths so far, Obastard?  Got enough yet to send your brownshirts after me?)
The Obama campaign declined to respond to a WND request for comment.
Probably getting ready to sue WorldNetDaily for even daring to print the story.
The KMOV report said the campaign was being conducted by McCulloch and another prosecutor, Jennifer Joyce, along with a number of sheriffs throughout the state.
“They will be reminding voters that Barack Obama is a Christian who wants to cut taxes for anyone who makes less than $250,000 a year. They also say they plan to respond immediately to any ads and statements that violate Missouri’s ethics laws,” the report said.
(sigh) I wasn’t going to do this anymore, but this can’t stand.
Hey, ObamaNazis!
4451 Rainier St, #339
Irving, TX
Come say it to my face, you fucking chickenshit pussies!
Make sure whomever your ball-less, dickless Obamassiah decides to send to serve me the papers brings a bodybag and has his affairs in order.
Fucking brownshirt cowards. 
Denizens, remember the story about the Ant and the Grasshopper?  The one where the Ant worked his…well, his posterior sectionoid…off during the summer, and the Grasshopper mocked the Ant and blew his wad on Wine, Women And Song™?
Or somesuch.
And then the Grasshopper withered away and died come winter, while the Ant was safe, warm, and comfortable?
Now.  Remember the 1990s version of it where the Grasshopper claimed speciesism, had Kermit the Frog come and sing on Oprah, and the Ant had all his stuff taken away from him and given to the Grasshopper, ala Communism?  (Or Clintonism, as the case may be.)
Both versions are here, if you wanna read ’em.
Michelle Malkin has written a beautiful revision of the tale – and hopefully she won’t be too mad, ’cause I’m gonna borrow it and post it below the fold. 
In a meadow on a hot summer’s day, a Grasshopper was chirping and carousing his time away. He watched scornfully as an Ant nearby struggled to store up large kernels of food and build a secure nest. The Ant pulled overtime shifts to pay off his loans and accumulate retirement funds for the future.
“Give it a rest,” the Grasshopper said. “Why bother saving and slaving and toiling and moiling? Let’s party!” The Ant demurred: “I am planning ahead for winter and you should do the same.” The Grasshopper blew off the Ant, squandered his supplies the rest of the season, and abandoned his home while on vacation (paid for by tapping every last cent of his home equity gain) instead of holding down a job.
When winter came, the Grasshopper’s pantry was empty and his shelter ruined from neglect. The Ant, weary from planting, harvesting, and stocking up for months, was dining comfortably in his nest.
Cold, hungry, jobless, facing foreclosure, and up to his two pairs of eyeballs in debt, the Grasshopper limped to the Association of Community Winged Insects for Rescue Now and demanded recourse. The office was swamped with thousands just like him. ACWIRN immediately put the Grasshopper to work registering dead ants as new voters.
Funded with tax dollars from the rest of the meadow’s residents, ACWIRN organized mass protests at the Bank of Antamerica, ambushed its top officials at their private homes, harassed their children, and demanded that the meadow’s politicians halt all foreclosures (“We must keep Grasshoppers in their houses!”) and outlaw discriminatory lending practices against starving, homeless Grasshoppers (“Well-stocked shelters are basic insect rights!”)
The banking industry capitulated; the Orthoptera Lobby secured hundreds of millions of dollars in housing earmarks and grants and counseling subsidies to support the Grasshoppers with the shadiest credit and employment histories. Antie Mae, the meadow’s government-backed home lending giant, fueled the push for increased insect homeownership in the name of biodiversity. Its executives cooked the books and headed for the hills. Katie Cricket and the Mainstream Meadow Media joined the grievance-for-profit circus, profiling Grasshopper sob stories and drumming up ratings as bewildered Ants wondered who was looking out for them.
The banks drowned in toxic debt. More Grasshoppers fell behind on their mortgage payments. Bailout mania and panic gripped the meadow.
Our little Ant, minding his own business, heard a knock on his door one late winter night a year later. It was his old, sneering Grasshopper neighbor. With ACWIRN’s presidential candidate, Barack Cicada, now in office, the Grasshopper had been hired by the meadow as a tax collector.
“I’m here to take your provisions,” the Grasshopper cackled.
But it was the Ant who had the last laugh. “I’ve learned my lesson,” he told his shiftless friend. “Why bother saving and slaving and toiling and moiling? I’ve spent all my savings. I’m walking away from my mortgage. Thrift is for suckers,” the Ant said as he headed out the door, leaving the Grasshopper empty-handed.
Once again, Damned Good Stuff™ from the Word Processor of Malkin™.