Friday, February 27, 2009

Frank And The Bears

Frank was excited about his new rifle and decided to try bear hunting.

He travelled up to Alaska, spotted a small brown bear and shot it.

Soon after there was a tap on his shoulder, and he turned around to see a big black bear.

The black bear said, "That was a very bad mistake. That was my cousin. I'm going to give you two choices. Either I maul you to death or we have sex."

After considering briefly, Frank decided to accept the latter alternative. So the black bear had his way with Frank.

Even though he felt sore for two weeks, Frank soon recovered and vowed revenge.

He headed out on another trip to Alaska where he found the black bear and shot it dead. Right after, there was another tap on his shoulder.

This time a huge grizzly bear stood right next to him.

The grizzly said, "That was a big mistake, Frank. That was my cousin and you've got two choices: Either I maul you to death or we have "rough sex."

Again, Frank thought it was better to cooperate with the grizzly bear than be mauled to death. So the grizzly had his way with Frank.

Although he survived, it took several months before Frank fully recovered.
Now Frank was completely outraged, so he headed back to Alaska and managed to track down the grizzly bear and shot it.

He felt sweet revenge, but then, moments later, there was a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to find a giant polar bear standing there.

The polar bear looked at him and said, "Admit it Frank, you don't come here for the hunting, do you?"

Thursday, February 26, 2009

From My Cold Dead Hands

What He Said...

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

The True Face Of The Liberal Media

This is the stuff of nightmares! How could anything so hideous exist? Here is the soul of Liberal Media in the US today.

I only hope that I can sleep tonight...

Heirloom Seed Sources for Survival Gardening

Riverwalker has a great post today on Sources for Survival Seeds.

He gives us several links to some heirloom seed suppliers.

I suspect he is feeling the urge to dig in the dirt and start his own garden the same as I am. So I must say thanks to Riverwalker for inspiring this post and reminding me that spring is just around the corner!

If you feel you don't have enough land to grow much food, just look at what these people have done on their little patch of earth in the city.

Their old site:

A great site with a lot of info valuable to the prepper.

Riverwalker gave us a few links to some company's that will provide heirloom seeds, but in case you want more, here is my current list:

Non-hybrid seed sources:


This list is by all means not complete. if you have a source that you do not see here, post it in the comments section. I did not list the links that Riverwaker listed. Go read his post and thank him for his efforts.

Now for you that have to contend with the deer getting into your gardens, I found this info:

Deer-resistant & repelling Plants

This company probably has seeds for the plants that they mentioned, I didn't check.

Now get out there and start digging!

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

SHTF in Texas?

Texas National Guard On High Alert

Evidently this occured on the 19th of Feb., but it is not getting any media coverage after the initial airing on Fox News.

I tried to find any mention of it last night on the national news, CNN, MSNBC, CNBC, Fox News but nothing was reported, that I could see on broadcast. I didn't search the net. It sure got buried fast.

It just goes to show that the News Media is in bed with .Gov every step of the way and is not to be trusted for any relevant news.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Wool Blankets on sale

Wool blankets are on sale at cheaper than dirt. Sale ends 2/22/09 so if your wanting to get more blankets, check 'em out!

No I am not affliated with them. Just a satisfied customer!

The Cache - Part 7 - A Surprise

The light played up and down his body as the voice behind the light spoke quietly again.

“Who are you? What are you doing out here after curfew? Don’t you know that Martial Law is in effect?”

“I am just a hiker, trying to get home.” He said, his mind racing to concoct a story that would be at least plausible.

“I think not.” said the voice. “I think you are one of the fugitives we have been sent out here to find. Don’t worry, I am not going to turn you in. I think this whole action is wrong, and I am out here only because I had no choice. The National Guard have been nationalized under executive orders, stripping control from the governors of the states.

“Charlie!” called a voice from the railroad tracks. “Hurry up! The Corporal wants to move out in 3 minutes!”

“Ok!” called Charlie. “I’ll be out in 2!”

“Look, I don’t have much time left to talk with you. Stay off the tracks as much as you can. You were lucky tonight. We were issued night vision but the idiots at supply didn’t include any batteries for them! There is a patrol coming east that we will pass on our way west, but we are the last patrol going that way tonight.”

“Why are you helping me?” he said.

“Well, I own some of the contraband myself, hidden away where hopefully no one will find it.”

“Charlie! Aren’t you done yet? We’re moving out! What are you doing in there? Whack’in It?”

“I’m coming, asshole!” said Charlie.

“Who are you talking to?” said the voice.

“I’m talking to you, genius!” said Charlie. He spoke in a low voice, just over a whisper “You wait here for five minutes, and then head down the track. It opens up a bit and the brush is not so thick along the right of way. Stay off the tracks as best you can because I heard that they might bring in a drone to patrol the tracks in a few days.”

“Goodbye and good luck!” and with that Charlie left him behind.

He waited the recommended amount of time, surprised at his good luck, and then moved out keeping to the underbrush as suggested.

It was tough going, what with all the blackberry vines intertwined with the salmonberry bushes, and after about an hour of travel that netted him about a hundred yards of distance, he moved back to the tracks once more, staying to the edge of the right-of-way and walking slowly to minimize the noise of walking in gravel.

Dawn was beginning to creep over the mountains, spreading its light behind the gray, ugly rain clouds that were promising a wet day ahead. He was tired and hungry so he once again moved off the right-of-way and into the thinning trees to find a place to lay up for a while.

He found a thicket of small alders and maples close to the riverbank and setup his poncho to shield him from view of the tracks. He decided to let the patrol that was behind him to pass before he began to travel again. He moved much slower in his attempt to keep noise to a minimum and they were sure to spot him if he stayed with the tracks.

Using the tin can stove, he quickly brought to boil a Heineken pot of water from which he made a cup of coffee and a bowl of oatmeal. Looking at his food supply, he wondered if he would have enough to get to C1. He had not counted on having to move so slowly, and he was not making near the speed he desired. He was glad that he had packed the extra rations now, too bad he hadn’t made the other changes to his GHB. The weather was definitely getting colder each day, and he was worried that it might snow before he made it to C1.

While he had the small pot boiling, he took the opportunity to add some water from the river and refilled his water bottles. He wished he had a hydration bladder in the pack so that he wouldn’t have to stop and retrieve the water bottle from his pack when the one in its belt carrier was exhausted.

He had been there for about a couple of hours when the sound of crunching gravel told him that a patrol was nearby. He could hear them talking as they passed by and could smell cigarette smoke from at least one of the members. To his concern, they stopped and took a break not a hundred feet away from where he was hidden. If any wandered into the brush to relieve themselves, they might discover him!

Luckily, the twigs he was using in his tin can stove were very dry, having gathered them from the dead lower branches of the small alders and maples. No smoke would give him away, and since he was long done eating, no food smells lingered.

After 15 minutes, the patrol continued on its way eastward down the tracks. He waited for about half an hour before resuming his trek, following far behind the patrol and moving slowly and quietly through the thinning brush as he entered the outskirts of the next small town.

Now he was faced with a dilemma! The brush had thinned out so much that there was virtually no cover as the tracks passed thru town. He would either have to wait until dark again to continue through town or leave the tracks and follow the riverbank as best he could. He wished now he had included a small pair of gardening shears to cut his way thru the patches of blackberries that tore at him as he moved.

He heard the thrumming of helicopter blades in the distance and decided to crawl deeper into the brush and wait for dark. The chopper passed overhead, following the track from the east to the west. The sky, which had been threatening to rain all day, finally unleashed its threat of wind and rain. The storm blew in from the west, and dumped a half inch of rain over the course of the afternoon. He was sitting cross-legged, with his back against a tree, the poncho acting like a tent. He had a tea candle burning in the tin can stove, and was warm and dry.


Dusty sat lost in thought, staring at the wounded sniper who was securely trussed in such a manner as he could not walk nor move his arms. The man was still unconscious, and would probably remain so for a while. Dusty stood up and walked to the hut where his supplies were stored. He rummaged around inside and emerged with a roll of duct tape. He stripped off 6” of tape and placed it securely across the mans mouth.

He went back to the hut and drew out a pack containing several coils of rope and some rappelling gear.

“I’m coming Eddie…”

He headed silently to the bridge, stopped at the approach and scanned for movement. Seeing nothing, he crossed the bridge to the section where Eddie’s limp body hung by his foot. Dusty rigged up a rope and pulley, and dropped the end over the edge. He then secured his rappelling line to the bridge, and put on his harness.

He attached his harness to the line and dropped over the edge to where Eddie hung. Taking the end of the rope attached to the pulley, he tied it around Eddies torso, just under his arms. Once he had the line secure, he ascended his rope and climbed back on top the trestle. He stowed his equipment and then hauled Eddie’s body up to where he could free his foot and bring his body onto the trestle.

Once Eddie was safely on the trestle, he untied the rope and stowed the last bit of gear. As he prepared to carry Eddie’s body back to camp, several tears rolled down his cheeks. Angrily, he shook his head to clear away the tears. Now was not the time to grieve. He had to bury his friend and then get to work on the murderer in his captivity.

Gently he picked up his friend and loaded him onto his shoulder. He then made his way back to the area near their camp that Eddie had like so well. He set Eddie down carefully and pulled the body bag out of his pack, unfolding it and placing it next to Eddie. In a few moments he had placed Eddie in the bag and closed it up, ready for burial.

He dug the shallow grave in silence, using the entrenching tool that was in the pack. When he had finished digging he drug the body into the hole, with Eddie’s head facing east toward the sunrise. He then spoke out loud.

“You were always the first out into the bush, always volunteering for point. Well now you are manning point on that trail in the sky, and no longer need me to watch your back. Take care my brother, may the sun always shine upon your face.”

Dusty hurriedly covered up his friend and headed back to camp. It was time to get some answers from the man in his custody. Back in camp he saw that his captive was fully awake and had been struggling with his bonds, to no avail.

“Feel like talking?” he asked the man, who lay there glaring at him. “Let me give you an idea of the type of person you have messed with!” said Dusty. Reaching into a small bag laying on the ground next to him, he pulled out several splinters of dry cedar, and taking the mans free hand, drove the splinters under 2 of his fingernails. The man tried to scream out in pain, but his cries were muffled by the tape across his mouth.

“You are going to pay dearly for killing my friend!” Dusty said. He then lit the splinters on fire and let them burnout. The man was trying to scream and talk at the same time, his eyes rolling about and he was shaking his head violently.

The splinters had burned out, their message clear: No foolishness would be tolerated! Dusty leaned forward and pulled off the tape covering the snipers mouth.

“Who are you? Who do you work for?”

“I am ATF agent Cobb” the man replied. “You are in a world of shit! When we get done with you…” Dusty hit him in the mouth with the entrenching tool. Blood and teeth sprayed out the agents mouth as his head was knocked to the side. His upper lip was severed thru in one place, the blood running profusely.

“You are in no place to do anything to anybody” said Dusty. “You will answer my questions and I promise you I will give you a quick death. Fuck with me, and I will make it last for days.”

The agent’s eyes grew narrow as he spat out a mix of blood and teeth. “You wouldn’t dare" he said!

Dusty laughed, and said “Wrong choice of words!” He reached back in the pack and pulled out a pair of garden shears and a pair of pliers. Grasping the mans trigger finger with the pliers, he mercilessly applied pressure until the man groaned in pain and began to curse him. Using the garden shears, he then severed the mans finger behind the second knuckle.

The man screamed out in pain and nearly passed out. “You’re gonna pay for that you mother fucker!” he groaned.

“You don’t get it yet, do you?” said Dusty. “You are not going to make it out of this situation alive! The best you can hope for is that I will kill you quickly!”

Dusty reached into the fire and pulled out the red hot iron that had been resting in the coals. Holding it in front of the mans eyes he said; Which one is your favorite? You only need one to see what I am going to do to you next, so pick one to keep!

The sniper broke down and started babbling and crying, pleading with Dusty not to put out his eye! “If you want to keep the eye, start talking!”

Dusty and the captive had a long talk in which the man spilled all the details concerning the events over the last few days. Dusty was surprised that such a furor was raised over the possession of a little contraband, and questioned the man some more about it. Finally satisfied he would get no more important information from the agent, he pulled out his Ka-Bar and sliced the mans throat with a quick slash. Agent Cobb gurgled and choked as his life flowed from the gash.

Dusty spoke once more before the agent died.

“For you Eddie!

Is Ireland Next?

Huge protest over Irish economy

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Keep an eye on this one, it may be the next domino to fall in this world wide collapse.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Latvia Next On List

This is how the collapse in Iceland started.

Latvian PM quits as crisis bites

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So Latvia is next.
Then who is to follow?

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

The Cache - Whats Your Favorite Part?

What' s your favorite part of The Cache so far?

I am going to devote time the rest of this week to give you chapter seven, but my brain has gone into overload with all the "Stimulus" being sent my way (all $13 dollars worth!!!).

So I am open to what part of the story you would like me to concentrate on 1st.

No matter what you suggest though, you know I will slip in a surprise!

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

No Freaking Surprises Here

All crooks, 100% of the time!

Stimulus bill a sorry spectacle

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What is the process for recalling a member of congress?
There is one isn't there?

I guess there isn't one. Too bad!

Recall of Legislators and the Removal of Members of Congress from Office

What did you do this weekend?

What did you do this weekend?

It is a litany I hear every week on the first day of the week.
“Oh, not much.” I will reply.

I have given up on trying to warn these Sheeple as to the coming collapse and tough times. In fact, now I regret trying to tell some of them anything at all. The possibility that they might remember me telling them might come back to them once the collapse is in full swing and food is hard to find.

The first one to step into my office will say the same thing, word for word with out fail each week. I have known him since High School, but he has a Sheeple attitude. He hunts and generally gets his deer, but that is about the extent of his survival skills. He can’t stay home, and is on the go every day and twice as much on the weekend.

The next one in is worse off than the first. He enters the room and asks me if I had a good weekend, not really wanting to know, it is just his opening into the one sided conversation about what he did all weekend. All conversations are about him and what he did or is going to do. He is another that can not stay home for the life of him. His wife and daughter are the same, on the go constantly. Spend, spend, spend.

There are others with similar questions and responses, but these two are the average mentality.

So I do not tell them that I worked on the Alexandria Project all weekend, or that I loaded magazines because it gave me a small comfort knowing that I was good to go there, or that I learned that three stripper clips of 8mm will fit (tightly) in a SKS chest rig pocket designed for 7.62x39mm strippers, or that every payday I buy groceries at a ratio of 30% canned to 30% dry to 40% fresh (including frozen), or that I repacked my Get Home Bag to include some of the items from lessons learned as I worked out a storyline regarding such.

Would they understand the value of such things? Probably not! It does not fit their narrow version of reality, where the gas flows freely (not necessarily cheaply) and running around is their entertainment. I am not against sight seeing and visiting places of interest, unless done at the expense of preparing for hard times.

These people will be a problem come collapse, as they have few resources to deal with the problems they will encounter. At least one will be able to keep meat on the table for as long as his meager ammo supply holds out. He buys a box of 20 cartridges every year or so as he only fires enough to sight in his rifle and what he needs to kill his deer.

I no longer tell him he should stock up or start reloading. It’s like talking to a brick wall.

The other has a wife that stocks up some. They will eat for a while, at least until those that have none learn of his supplies, and then they will come and take them by force, as he is a pacifist. “The lord will protect me” is his motto. The lord helps those who help themselves, and he gives many examples of such in the bible. I don't have much hope for his familys survival. He is looking to refinance now, not to save the money or to buy any preps, but to have more to spend on running around.

So, welcome to my Monday (Tuesday this week), and the inevitable parade of Sheeple.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Ohhh Pleaseeee...

Obama 'must act now' on climate

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What a load of crap. At least they called it by its true nature, climate change. Look for a shift in calling it that rather than Global Warming. There is really nothing that we can do, if ever there was to affect this climate change. It is a natural phenomena brought on by the cycles of the sun

But look for them now to find a way of controlling us and taxing us as an excuse for fighting "Global Climate Warming Change", or whatever they call it next. Perhaps we can pay some group of scientists 10 million dollars to find a catchy new name for it!

Before long they will force us to give up our older "Carbon Belching" vehicles, and buy a newer more efficient vehicle with built in GPS locator and a tattle-tale black box that will dump its collected data into LEOs caring hands whenever we pass an inquiring squad car.

Yup! You were traveling 70 in a 55mph zone. Your Black box and GPS comfirm it.
The ticket is in the mail!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Thomas Says...

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created
equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with inherent and
inalienable rights; that among these, are life, liberty, and the
pursuit of happiness;
that to secure these rights, governments are
instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent
of the governed; that whenever any form of government becomes
destructive of these ends, it is the right of the people to alter
or abolish it, and to institute new government, laying its
foundation on such principles, and organizing its powers in such
form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their safety and
" --Declaration of Independence as originally written by
Thomas Jefferson, 1776.

Does anybody not understand this?

Well, what are you waiting for??

Get with it!! Send your teabags!



You're about to be lied to by a Liberal when they say ...

growing support for
mounting opposition to
the reality is
the larger question is
the more important question is
the bigger issue is
our nation's children
linked to
touched by
raising awareness
on some level
a new study shows
in denial
the American People
sends a message
reaching out
off our streets
history shows
the failed ..
greater diversity
people of color
social injustice
most vulnerable
economically disadvantaged
disparate impact
oppressed minorities
the struggle for
solidarity with
root cause
working families
underserved populations
diverse backgrounds
too many
too often
a positive step
non-partisan, non-profit
speaking truth to power
making a difference
statistics show
emerging consensus
a poll by the highly respected
reaffirm our commitment to
voicing concern
are speaking out
giving voice to

Woodpile Report

Addendum: makes strides in tackling

More Doom and Gloom

GM cutting 10,000 jobs
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Wholesale inventories plunge by most in 16 years
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You can blame Pelosi for Democrats' stumbles
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So much for "Change". The real change needed is to get the incumbents out of office where they look out only for themselves and not those who elected them. Tar and Feather is too good for this rabble.

Send your Teabags to your congress critters along with a note describing how you feel about their disgusting behavior.

Sending nuts worked for CBS to bring back Jericho, if enough of us send teabags, perhaps we will gain their attention.

We have had enough!

Friday, February 6, 2009

Biting The Hand That Feeds You

These people are so incredibly stupid. Almost as stupid as those who put them in power in the 1st place!

UN halts Gaza aid over 'thefts'

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Anyone who has sympathy for this bunch of idiots should not be allowed to breed, or breathe.

This is almost as stupid as declaring victory after having the shit kicked out of them for 22 days by the Israeli military.

The best quote I have ever heard regarding these clowns is that "they never miss an opportunity to miss an opportunity".

Nuff said!

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Stardate 62557.3

Captain's Log:

(Expressing Contemporary Dates as Stardates)

Powerful Solar Storm Could Shut Down U.S. for Months

A new study from the National Academy of Sciences outlines grim possibilities on Earth for a worst-case scenario solar storm.

Damage to power grids and other communications systems could be catastrophic, the scientists conclude, with effects leading to a potential loss of governmental control of the situation.

The prediction is based in part on a
major solar storm in 1859 that caused telegraph wires to short out in the United States and Europe, igniting widespread fires.

It was perhaps the worst in the past 200 years, according to the new study, and with the advent of modern power grids and satellites, much more is at risk.

"A contemporary repetition of the [1859] event would cause significantly more extensive (and possibly catastrophic) social and economic disruptions," the researchers conclude.

When the sun is in the active phase of its 11-year cycle, it can unleash powerful magnetic storms that disable satellites, threaten astronaut safety, and even disrupt communication systems on Earth.

The worst storms can knock out power grids by inducing currents that melt transformers.

Modern power grids are so interconnected that a big space storm — the type expected to occur about once a century — could cause a cascade of failures that would sweep across the United States, cutting power to 130 million people or more in this country alone, the new report concludes.

Such widespread power outages, though expected to be a rare possibility, would affect other vital systems.

U.N. Urged to Take Action Against Killer Asteroids

VIENNA, Austria — It is disaster planning on a galactic scale: Space experts want to come up with a contingency plan on what to do in case a killer asteroid collides with Earth.

The experts, including former American astronaut Rusty Schweickart, told U.N. officials Tuesday that the international community needs a plan to counter so-called Near Earth Objects in advance of the potential catastrophe.

Deflecting asteroids — or at least evacuating people in areas where they might strike — could save millions of lives.

"This is a natural disaster, which is larger, potentially, than any other natural disaster we know of," Schweickart said. "However, it is preventable ... that's a very important thing to keep in mind. But it is our responsibility to take action to do that."

Asteroids are small planetary bodies that revolve around the sun, according to the NASA Web site, which states that many scientists believe an asteroid collided with Earth about 65 million years ago, helping cause environmental changes that led to the extinction of the dinosaurs.

Schweickart, a former Apollo 9 crew member, spoke at a news conference after briefing U.N. officials on a recent report called "Asteroid Threats: A Call for Global Response."

Mystery Roar Detected From Faraway Space

LONG BEACH, Calif. — Space is typically thought of as a very quiet place. But one team of astronomers has found a strange cosmic noise that booms six times louder than expected.

The roar is from the distant cosmos. Nobody knows what causes it.

Of course, sound waves can't travel in a vacuum (which is what most of space is), or at least
they can't very efficiently. But radio waves can.
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Radio waves are not sound waves, but they are still electromagnetic waves, situated on the low-frequency end of the light spectrum.

Many objects in the universe, including stars and quasars, emit radio waves. Even our home galaxy, the Milky Way, emits a static hiss (first detected in 1931 by physicist Karl Jansky). Other galaxies also send out a background
radio hiss.

But the newly detected signal, described here today at the 213th meeting of the American Astronomical Society, is far louder than astronomers expected.

There is "something new and interesting going on in the universe," said Alan Kogut of NASA's Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Md.

A team led by Kogut detected the signal with a balloon-borne instrument named ARCADE (Absolute Radiometer for Cosmology, Astrophysics, and Diffuse Emission).

In July 2006, the instrument was launched from NASA's Columbia Scientific Balloon Facility in Palestine, Texas, and reached an altitude of about 120,000 feet (36,500 meters), where the atmosphere thins into the vacuum of space.

ARCADE's mission was to search the sky for faint signs of heat from the first generation of stars, but instead they heard a roar from the distant reaches of the universe.

"The universe really threw us a curve," Kogut said. "Instead of the faint signal we hoped to find, here was this booming noise six times louder than anyone had predicted."

Detailed analysis of the signal ruled out primordial stars or any known radio sources, including gas in the outermost halo of our own galaxy.

Other radio galaxies also can't account for the noise — there just aren't enough of them.
"You'd have to pack them into the universe like sardines," said study team member Dale Fixsen of the University of Maryland. "There wouldn't be any space left between one galaxy and the next."

The signal is measured to be six times brighter than the combined emission of all known radio sources in the universe.

What if the mystery roar is God, and he is pissed?
Look for shit to start happening...
Mysterious shit...

now where did I put that tinfoil...

Sunday, February 1, 2009

ATI Fiberforce Stock for Marlin

For those of you thinking about purchasing one of these, this is the best price I have seen for one yet.
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I have not done business with these folks yet, so this is not an edorsement of their business, just a price alert. Proceed with standard caution.

Where is the Outrage?

AP Investigation: Banks sought foreign workers

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Lynching is too good for these people, they deserve to be necklaced! (a tire filled with gasoline placed about their neck and lit - if you didn't already know)

This practice needs to be eliminated as long as there are qualified American citizens unemployed! I would say bend your congressional criminals ear, but that may or may not work.
At least those responsible for the crash are being exposed more daily.

Bankers! You have been marked! When it all collapses the masses will know your face and get their pound of fleash. You will not be able to hide for long, as your very servants will turn against you!

Federal payroll keeps growing despite downturn

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So, who is going to pay for all this good news? Meet the new boss, same as the old boss...