The Call – A Fictional Look at the 25 Minute Market Crash

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The Call – A Fictional Look at the 25 Minute Market Crash

Now that we’re all honorary members of the “Halfway To Hell Club”, a group of nineteen men who seemingly fell to their deaths while constructing the Golden Gate Bridge only to be saved by a crude and rudimentary net halfway down, I present this entirely fictional account of last Thursday’s market crash. Only the names were changed to protect the guilty.


U.S. Senator Howard A. Lancaster, who’s served over 20 years in both houses of Congress, is on the phone as the others file in and take their seats. There’s Sam, Howards chief of staff and long time confidant; Lois, Howards personal assistant and office manager; Tabatha, the office stenographer and all around gopher and John, a full time “hired gun” for a powerful interest group and the reason this meeting was convened. As soon as everyone is seated, Howard finishes his call, hangs up and turns to face John.

Howard: “John, I’m a busy man. What’s so damn important that you’d demand I clear my afternoon schedule and see you immediately?”

John: “Well, before we start, could we clear the room and conduct a private conversation? We don’t have much time.”

Howard: “Obviously we have all afternoon. And I’d be happy to clear everyone except my chief of staff. Sam’s my eyes and ears on the floor and must be included in this meeting.”

John: “Senator, what I’m about to discuss is extremely sensitive. All I ask is that you and I talk privately. Afterwards, if you still want to bring your chief of staff up to speed, I’ll help you brief him. OK?”

Howard and Sam exchange a knowing glance and everyone quickly exits the room. Sam will activate the hidden recording devices as soon as he gets back to his desk, assuring Howard there’ll be a complete record of whatever’s said in this room. Howard walks over to the wet bar as the door closes.

Howard: “You want something to drink? Whiskey? Soda? Or maybe some bottled water?”

John: “Thanks but I’m all set. It’s going to be a long afternoon and I want to remain sharp.”

Howard glances up at the large LCD TV on the wall, which has been tuned to CNBC all day. The markets have been dropping from the open and with 10 minutes to go before 2 PM the S&P is down nearly 20 points. It looks like a good old fashioned sell off and with 2 hours to go before the close, it might get ugly. Howard makes a mental note to move some money out of the market before 4 PM, then returns to his desk and drops into his chair.

Howard: “Since you say you’re short on time, what’s this all about? We’ve gone round and round about my bill and I’ve already told you I won’t change it.”

John: “We were hoping you’d reconsider your position. Some of your political support is wavering and while the public might think a Fed audit is a good idea, that’s just populist poppycock and you know it. There are a lot of powerful people who’d like to see this problem go away. You might want to think twice before pissing them off.”

Howard: “Cut the crap John, you’re not talking to some teary eyed freshman here. I’m fully aware of who and what I’m up against and I’m not backing down. You and your puppet masters have gone too far this time and while you might eventually gut me on this one, I’m willing to take that chance. There’s strong support in the House for Paul’s version and while things are still up in the air in the Senate, I’m certain with elections coming I can pull together a super majority to get this passed. Face it John, you’ve lost. Take that back to your people with love from me.”

John: “These are serious people we’re talking about Howard. People who’ll stop at nothing to see their interests furthered. You’ve seen some of their handy work yourself; you know what I’m talking about. Why can’t we compromise on this one? I’m sure we can find some language that will satisfy everyone with no need for blood to be shed.”

John’s statement angers Howard and it shows as his face quickly becomes beat red and his blood pressure goes through the roof. While this is pretty common for Howard, to someone who doesn’t know him, it might look like he’s about to suffer a heart attack.

Howard: “Fuck you John and the fucking horse you rode in on. Who the fuck do you think you are? First you demand to be seen immediately and then you come in here waving your dick around, threatening me with spilled blood. Fuck you!”

John: “I’m sorry Howard; I wasn’t implying you’d be physically hurt, just that your political career could be ruined over this issue. Now please, calm down………”

Howard: (Shouting) “I won’t calm down. Who the fuck do you think you are? Get the hell out of my office. Now!”

Howard’s become so livid he’s tongue tied, speechless. He can’t believe what he’s hearing from this stooge, showing no respect for either Howard or the office. Howard jumps out of his chair and nearly runs the 10 paces to the private bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He needs to regain his composure before he can continue. He hopes that if he waits a bit, John will get the message and leave. After sitting for 10 minutes on the commode, then splashing some water on his face to freshen up, he opens the door and walks out.

Howard: (Seeing that John is still seated) “I thought I told you to get out.”

John: “Howard, before I go I need you to listen to something. May I use your phone?”

Without waiting for an answer John reaches across the desk and grabs Howard’s office phone, pulling it over to his side of the desk as he punches in a phone number. Howard notices that it’s well over 15 digits, indicating John is accessing a secure network. John looks up at the TV while waiting for the first ring and Howard, seeing John’s attention shift, does the same. It’s now 2:10 PM and the S&P is down 26. The CNBC repeaters are looking a bit frantic as well. Howard feels a cold chill run down his back. What’s going on here? He knows these people are powerful but is John about to do what Howard thinks he’s about to do? 

John: (On the phone) “Yeah, it’s me. I know I’m late. Howard was in the bathroom. Are you ready? Can we still go or have you lost control? Ok, hold on a minute, I’m putting you on speaker.” (John pushes the speaker button and returns the handset to its cradle. He then looks up at Howard who’s now retaken his seat) “We’d hoped you’d be reasonable and it wouldn’t need to come down to this but you’ve left us no choice. I don’t think you understand the gravity of the situation, how determined we are to stop this audit and what we’re willing to do. So we’ve arranged for a demonstration.”

Howard’s feeling confused and a little frightened. He remembers that day in September of 08 when the market plunged in reaction to the failed vote on the bailout bill. At least that’s the story. There were thinly veiled threats made back then and while he suspected the drop had been engineered, he hadn’t been able to confirm it. But it was pretty clear what John was implying with his words and actions and Howard didn’t want this to go any further. He decides to stop this here and now.

Howard: “I’m not sure what it is you think you’re doing here John and I don’t want to know. So just hang up that phone and let’s talk about this.”

John: “Howard, I’m afraid that unless you’ve seen our capabilities first hand you’re not going to fully appreciate who it is you’re dealing with. With the help of some…..shall we say like minded people, we’ve been burning down the market all day, in effect preparing it for this demonstration to show you what we can do. Your unwillingness to listen to reason along with your escape to the bathroom has pushed this past the point of no return.”

Of course, John’s last sentence is a lie. The plan was always to finish the demonstration regardless of what Howard said or did. It’s Howard that needs to be prepared and conditioned before the button’s pushed. Psychological operations are always tuned to the personality type of the person or group it’s directed towards. Howard is what you might consider a care-giver personality, someone with a strong moral compass and a sense of responsibility for others. Success of this portion of the psyops depends upon John’s ability to transfer a sense of responsibility for the coming debacle to Howard even though Howard could in no way be responsible.

Howard is that rare Senator who feels he works for the people and thus he’s the easiest to manipulate once you have his full and undivided attention focused upon the disaster he is being conditioned to believe he could have stopped. This is crucial, for Howard must be left with some hope for the future, otherwise he won’t play ball. John turns his attention back to the speaker phone, which has been silent since he turned it on.

John: (To the speaker phone.) “Are you still there?”

Phone: “Yup, waiting on you.”

John: “Everything ready to go?”

Phone: “Yup, we’ve been walking it down for the past 5 hours to the point where nearly every algorithm is primed and ready to trigger. But the situation is extremely unstable because of the delay so we need to go now or we might lose it.”

Howard: “John, hang up the phone. I don’t want you to do something stupid that you might regret. Just hang up and let’s talk.”

John: “Howard, at this point it would be best if you just remained quiet and watched. Things were set in motion when I made this call, a call you could have stopped if you hadn’t hidden from me in the bathroom. If I don’t coordinate this properly, you will live to regret it. (John turns back to the phone) It’s me again. Now I want to make sure you understand what we’re doing here. Take it down quickly but don’t trigger the stops. At worst, I want to kiss the stops, then immediately recover nearly everything that was lost. I’m looking for some soiled drawers but no real damage. We don’t want to close at the lows under any circumstances. You got that?”

Phone: “Yup, understood, dump and pump to send a message. Is that all?”

John: “Yes, that’s it. When can you make it happen? It’s now 2:25 and it looks like you have the S&P down by 30.”

Phone: “It’s somewhere around there. Just give us the word and it will pretty much happen instantaneously. There’ll be a quick pop up to prime the algorithms, then we open the trap door and kick out our support. Round trip in about 20 to 25 minutes unless we lose all control, which is unlikely because no one will be trading near the bottom except those we let trade. Don’t worry, we’ve done this before and we know what we’re doing. But this assumes we go now, not in 5 minutes.”

John: “Ok, do it.”

John hangs up the phone and reaches over the desk to place it back on Howard’s side. He then grabs the TV remote control from the edge of the desk and turns the mute off. The room is suddenly filled with noise and John quickly lowers the volume to where they can hear what’s going on without it drowning out their conversation. He turns his attention back to Howard and sits back in the upholstered chair. It was important for Howard to listen to John’s conversation with the operative in order to cement the psychological effect of the operation. Howard must hear the matter-of-fact explanation of what’s going to happen and then see it done so there’s no doubt in his mind who has the power to move heaven and earth. John came up with the idea after a late night reading of the bible, where he usually looks for ideas. God always announced what he was about to do before doing so. Even the Lord wasn’t above using a little psyops to drive the point home.

John: “Now Howard, you’ve been on Congressional finance committees for a long time. You understand how interconnected the world is today, how dependant everyone is upon continued access to credit and liquidity, how shaky the economic system is right now. And you know most of what the government says about the economy is bullshit. There are serious problems both here and in Europe right now. I could go on but you know what I’m talking about. The system is approaching an inflection point and any interference or unwanted second guessing by self righteous do-gooders who think they know what’s best is only going to cause serious problems for all of us, including your constituents. Regardless of the reasons for our current situation, we’re way past the point of no return and any meddling by you or your supporters will push it off the cliff.”

While John’s talking, Howard is watching the TV and is stunned. No sooner did John hang up but the S&P popped up 5 points in less than 3 minutes, paused and has now started back down. Is this possible? The US market is huge. How could these people have this kind of control? His staff briefed him last December on the power and reach of the too-big-to-fail banks but this is just incredible. Howard hears John pause and looks back at him.

Howard: “You just did that? How’d you do that? That’s impossible. You can’t just move the market at a moment’s notice like it’s a toy.”

John: “Well Howard, you’d be surprised what we can do, now that the major trading computers are co-located and the competition pretty much has been squashed. Remember, the months long 08 crash, which we also engineered, was just as much about who died as who lived. Not only was banking consolidated but any significant resistance was removed. While I’ll admit we don’t have total control, we don’t need it in order to push the markets around in any direction we want. And when we do want spot control, if we have a few hours notice and the conditions are right, we can do exactly what we’re doing today.”

Someone is yelling and Howard looks back at the TV. It’s now 2:37 and the Dow is down almost 400 and the S&P down 45. While John continues to talk about the financial reform bill, Howard hears little because he’s transfixed by what he’s witnessing. John flips the channel over to Bloomberg because idiot Cramer is now on CNBC. Over the next 15 minutes, Howard watches as the Dow plunges 1000 points, the S&P drops nearly a 100 and the NASDAQ dives over 200. Then just as quickly it recovers. He’s certain the ticker on Bloomberg isn’t accurate because it’s jumping all over the place.

At one point John pulls out his cell phone and briefly talks to someone, then hangs up and sits back, quiet for now as he watches the mayhem on TV. It’s total chaos on the screen, with people talking over each other, conversations in the back ground as microphones are left open and people off camera shoving sheets of paper into the announcer’s hands. John sees with satisfaction that the planned disinformation campaign has already swung into action, with Bloomberg repeating that there appears to have been a fat fingered trade or other trading errors that caused the plunge. This little gem was timed to be released just before the markets were turned back up. Howard’s desk phone rings but Howard just hits the do-not-disturb button without looking. 10 seconds later Lois walks in.

Lois: “Senator, Sam wanted me to make sure you’re aware of what’s going on in the markets and…….”

Howard: (Howard waves his hand to cut her off.) “Yes, yes. Can’t you see I’m watching the TV? Now get out. And no more phone calls.”

Lois is startled and scurries out. Howard is rarely rude to his staff and Lois is hurt. Howard will need to deal with that later. John changes back to CNBC in time to see the producers switching away from Cramer. Looks like CNBC has also been successfully fed the disinformation as well with a stressed Pisani confidently explaining that it was all just a trading error, going so far as to explain what a fat fingered trade is to the most savvy financial viewing audience in the world. The market rapidly regains lost ground, with the Dow ticker in the lower right hand corner at one point moving from -856 to -523 in one click.

John smiles to himself. Damn, those boys really are as good as they said they were at the meeting. He considers the money he just made, knowing that he was promised a large buy at the bottom and a quick sale at the top of the planned rebound in some leveraged ETFs as compensation for the risk. It’s all over but the shouting by 2:58 with the Dow only down 400 and climbing, so John flips off the TV and throws the remote onto Howard’s desk. He knows the team will now play the market swings in the last hour to feed themselves. There’s nothing to see here so move along little doggy.

John: “Now wasn’t that fun? Pretty unbelievable, wasn’t it? It never ceases to amaze me what those boys can do with their computers. But hell, I’m not a geek, so I’m not exactly sure how they did it. But it’s pretty clear they did it, right Howard?...........Howard?”

Even though the TV’s off, Howard’s still staring at the dark screen, not sure what to make of it all. This can’t be happening. While intellectually Howard knows he’s not responsible for this, he also understands that tens of billions of dollars were lost today solely to prove a point to him. He feels responsible because he didn’t take these people seriously enough to even listen to John, forcing John to make the call. But how could he have known what they were capable of? Who could have known? He realizes his mouth is open and he closes it, turning his attention back to John. His stomach is churning, his head hurts and he realizes his hands are shaking. He places them on the desk to steady them, gathers his wits and then speaks.

Howard: “You fucking bastard. You’ll never get away with this. I’ll make sure there’s an investigation and the truth will come out.”

John: (Laughing) “Yeah right, a Senate investigation. Oh, I’m scared. I don’t care what you think you’ll do about this. Our tracks are being covered up as we speak and the SEC and the White House will accept the fat finger story or whatever else we come up with. What choice do they have? What do you think would happen if people realized the market could be tanked on purpose at any time? Public knowledge of that alone would take markets down worldwide. Nope, people will believe the cover story because they want to believe the cover story. The investigation will ultimately point to high frequency trading and some toothless regulations will be proposed and maybe even passed. It doesn’t matter what’s eventually found to be the cause because it won’t be the truth. The truth serves no one in or out of power so the truth will be whatever we say it is. Nothing will result from this that we can’t handle. Wake up Howard, its over.”

Howard is exhausted and just wants to lie down. While he doesn’t want to back off, it’s now obvious even to him that he’s lost and lost badly. Even with the tapes from this conversation, he can’t do much more than to fight these bastards at another time under more favorable conditions. That small comfort helps sooth his wounded ego. As much as he feels he shouldn’t give up the fight, Howard’s a political animal and his years in Congress have taught him that when you’re out gunned, scratch for what you can and live to fight another day. He walks over to the bar, pours himself a two fingered Black Label straight up and returns to his seat.

Howard: (In a shaky voice) “I still want some kind of audit of the Fed, even if it’s superficial. And I want someone’s head on a platter. If you’re going to get this to fly with the public, you’ll need to hand them someone to blame and to hate. I’ll accept no less than that.”

John: “We’re way ahead of you.” (John pulls a few sheets of paper and a thumb drive from his breast pocket and hands them to Howard) “As you can see, the language will still authorize an audit that’s well beyond what’s been done in the past as long as it doesn’t interfere with monetary policy, which is all we ever asked. And we’ll release the names of the banks that were lent to. It doesn’t matter anymore anyway. While the disclosures will be embarrassing to them and it might actually take out a few CEOs, the public’s come to understand that they’re married to the banks whether they like it or not. One of those CEOs can even be your head on a platter. That’s your job. Your new co-sponsor is waiting for your call to work out the details. You know who I’m talking about. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some things I must attend to. I’ll show myself out.”

John smiles in pity at Howard, then stands and walks a few steps towards the door before pausing. It’s almost like he’s forgotten something but can’t remember what. Then he quickly brightens and turns to Howard, once again smiling broadly. John needs to drive home the point that resistance is futile.

John: “Oh, I almost forget. You’re going to find that your recording system has malfunctioned, with nothing we’ve talked about saved. Instead, you’ll find one of your rousing Senate floor speeches denouncing the evil bankers for your listening pleasure. Those wireless microphones were a really bad idea, allowing an intrusion without physical access. The NSA guys were very helpful without even leaving their desks. And your network’s been compromised. No real damage’s been done but you might want to get on it pronto. I suggest you immediately fire your IT people. But what the hell, I’m not a geek so what do I know. I’ll be in touch Howard.”

Howard collapses into his chair and admits total defeat. He’s been played masterfully and he knows it. Howard then makes a decision that would bring a smile to John if he were here to witness it for it signals a successful assimilation of the psyops. Howards realizes he’d better make that call now and get ahead of this PR disaster by taking advantage of a news cycle that will be consumed by the market plunge. But before he can pick up the phone, an ugly realization comes over him. How many other Senators and Representatives had visitors to their offices this afternoon, receiving the same lesson in the use and abuse of raw power? For the first time, Howard’s thoughts turn to retirement.

Cognitive Dissonance - 05/09/2010

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CitizenPete's picture



I called Sanders office 10 times begging, pleading, yelling.  We were so close on S.604.  So close.


I didn't realize that he may have gotten the call demo. ;('s picture

coggy I just read this story and really got involved and made me breath heavy. I see everything in pictures so this was good. your very talented to let myself enjoy your writing style. I am sorry I have been so adverse and mean to you. I don't like it when people put me down and say I am a loser, cause the truth hurts. but you are anything but a loser, and spend much educating those that are open. guess I have been quite cold and closed, sorry. I am going to read the other articles. reading takes a lot of time for me. bye, kath

yipcarl's picture

If a movie was made that detailed that this drop was a mistake or it was the result of someone hitting a 'B' instead of an 'M' people would walk out of the theatre, it's just sad how stupid and gullible so many people are.  There are so many lies and so much manipulation these days it's beyond astounding.  I just finished the best selling book Mike Lewis wrote, The Big Short, and again I'm just dumbfounded at the scam that is America.  911 was the last time I was surprised, what a sham.

DisparityFlux's picture

Excellent narrative; definitely within the bounds of reality.

Motive and means can be used to differentiate participants (operators from observers); thereby causation.  I was an observer.  Who are the operators?

Here are some means:

US Patents 5884286, 6598028, 7472086, 7475033

(look up using

Here are some participants:


Other Participants?


Brett in Manhattan's picture

Just in case anyone in under the illusion that this is anything other than business as usual at the NYSE, I give you this excerpt/gem from Richard Ney's, "Making it in the Market," written in 1975:

"When stock prices are breaking from rally highs, the exchange often exibits a certain mechanical clumsiness. Either its Specialists drop prices sharply at the opening, announce a delayed opening or a halt in trading, or there is a late tape.

Oftentimes, with pagan innocence, the Exchange will announce a breakdown in its equipment, after which prices are discovered to be markedly lower."

Ruth's picture

Excellent work, CD.  Sergey for a FREE PRESIDENT!  Hey, if we can't beat them, change the game!

Hammer59's picture

As the Dark ages wound down to conclusion over 500 years ago, a man named Petrov climbed a mountain just to see the view.

It was a new way of thinking...that became the begginng of the Renaissance. The name of that mountain was Vonteux.

AccreditedEYE's picture

CD as always... awesome. thank you bro.

Jendrzejczyk's picture

John: "Now, if I could only get 'Operation Harry Wanker' to work as well, I'd be shittin' in high cotton."

Iam_Silverman's picture

I think Harry might be (pre) disposed.  It's been a bad month for the bulls - at least here in Texas:

ARLINGTON -- Authorities had to shoot and kill a bull Saturday night after he got loose in Fort Worth and made his way down Interstate 30 and into Arlington, police said.

He impeded traffic for an undetermined time, posing a danger to motorists, police said.

When attempts to get the bull under control were unsuccessful, an officer had to put him down, Strickland said.

Sometimes it's just plain unhealthy to be a bull!
whoopsing's picture

Cog,as alway's great stuff!Got me thinking,seeing as we are all pretty 'netted up these day's,could the PTB be planning a "teachable moment" ala war of the world's to dampen the coming enlightenment?A bit tangental,but I like to run with scissor's,thank's again

Cognitive Dissonance's picture

If you're going to run with scissors, always make sure they are pointed away from you. :>)

If you know that someone's coming to town who will inform people of the very information you've been suppressing, by all means part of the game plan would be proactive, meaning distractions and distortions galore. And don't forget the all important disinformation campaigns. You must make sure the people have been properly conditioned to reject the very information that could free them.

Wars are regularly started in order to keep the lid on information that would oust the powers that be. We would be hopelessly naive if we were to believe otherwise. Oops, that's right, we already are hopelessly naive.

Winisk's picture

That was an enjoyable read.  Thank you.

Buck Johnson's picture

Pretty nice, I liked the story.  I don't think it was a demonstration, I think it was a few hedgefunds or financial instruments that where unwound either in europe or america (europe more likely).

Cognitive Dissonance's picture

"Pretty nice, I liked the story."

Thank you very much.

"I don't think it was a demonstration, I think it was a few hedge funds or financial instruments that where unwound either in Europe or America (Europe more likely)."

Sounds like a good cover story for John and his "people" to push, don't you think? In fact, it would make sense to promote three or four cover stories, giving the greatest number of people something they can all agree upon. After all, John doesn't want people to know the markets can be moved at any time by a small group of people, right? :>)

snowball777's picture

First rule of Fed Club: You do NOT audit Fed Club.

kwvrad's picture

CD that is a fine piece of quality authoring

, now if only those that read it follow the

big picture of whats going on remains to be seen,

I say lookout TOM CLANCY CD IS COMING !.

Sir my hat is off to you.

As for GORDEN GECKO .. well planes do crash dont they?

look at the list of whos who on the POLISH plane.. look at all the

politicians that are announcing retirement ect in

the last 5 days.. some want no part of what happened , rather

than fight they are resigning.. I personally donot have

the answer for this... yet.. but TPTB are trying every trick in the book

just look at how they are trying to pit brother against brother over this immigration

ruckus, if there was ever a time to

stop, look, and assess the situation its now,

we the people need to come together not fight amongst ourselves,

the song "BROTHER IN ARMS by DIRE STRAITS comes to mind,

listen to the words . Where we are headed

is NOT where I'd like to go again , war and killing another human being

is not an easy thing to do, in 'Nam in 72 I had done that up close n personal

as well as at long distances it is not something I care

for anyone to have to go thru, I see them in my sleep to this day and itll haunt me

till the day I leave this planet, there will be time to act , soon, but now is the time to prepare, plan, and all at once we will out these bastards.. hold on to

your johnson cause its going to get ugly.'s picture


oh thank you for posting, it caught my eye. that was the most beautiful video. what a whole,  dire straits were back, in the day. love the words/lyrics.  wow i should of taken a closer look coggy, back in june what was i thinking. because where you go so goes all the other good stuff in life that you generate from your fellow human beings.

Cognitive Dissonance's picture

Thank you MsCreant. As Miles said, that is high praise indeed. I seem to remember you saying something along the way about being an editor so you would know. Thank you again for the compliment.

BTW, nice to see you back in your old avatar.

Cammy Le Flage's picture

Well done Cognitive Dissonance.....some background theme music for your story....

Is is a pity that all of what you wrote is the truth.

Miles Kendig's picture

I too have grown fond of her classic beauty. 

CD's picture

+1 on MsCreant's original avatar (though I continue to wonder where the image comes from)

+100 for Cog Dis's visualization of 05/06 events. Extremely well done -- I must join earlier comments encouraging you to continue, you have real talent in this arena.

MsCreant's picture

Thanks all, and in particular CD for asking. I will never have a better set up than this. 


Mystery Book Magazine cover

My Fem Fatale avatar embodies my desire to get some fucking answers.

If you can imagine knowing something is horribly wrong, but you can't quite get anyone to give you the straight story. You get pissed, you get a gun, and you go to some folks you think might have the answers and you tell them as you point the gun at them, "Best start coughing up answers, and they better be good."

This is, of course, a fantasy. I like her cause she is edgy, you just don't quite know what you have there, but you gotta deal with it. Is she a cold blooded killer?? Is she a nice person who has become desperate? Can she be talked out of this? You just don't know.

Plus she has a problem I can relate to. How do you dress up, and carry concealed? She has decided to hell with concealed, this evening.

Miles Kendig's picture

Love the classic beauty and this glimpse behind the look.  I am a pulp fiction kinda guy after all and the motif is kinda cool.   As a bonus I just know her dog hates the smell of stupidity.  Reminds me of John D. MacDonald when he wrote pulp under a pen name. 

MsCreant's picture

Her dog has been growling a whole lot lately.

Don't ever go back, not for anything!

Miles Kendig's picture

And miss two weeks in the South of France?  Not on your life. 

I wouldn't go back now for any amount of money (or anything else) - Miles Kendig

CD's picture

An apt illustration of the times we live in: The Robot Men of Bubble City



CD's picture

HA! Thanks for responding. I knew that style of graphics seemed familiar, and if the gun had been pointing at me, I would have guessed 40's-50's paperback crime novels, even though my experience with them is very limited. (also this would sound more believable had I ventured the guess b4 the disclosure) In any case, inspired and appealing choice.

Miles Kendig's picture

High praise indeed.  And I would agree that this effort is worthy of it.  Happy Sunday MsCreant, it's 4:20 and I like what I smell you cooking for supper.. I hope you enjoy my addition to the dinner party's festivities.

Howard_Beale's picture

Grilled Vampire Squid...It's What's for Dinner!

Miles Kendig's picture

I think I will opt for the Giant Pacific Calamari flambe, I am sure we can share. Izzy said she had the Montrachet taken care of.

old_turk's picture

Thank you for a wonderfully staged piece, CD.


It was better than the reality, which turned out to be 61 Senators rolling over on command. 

doMiKY's picture

the crash on Thursday has shown everyone how to manipulate the market. 

and how far behind the oversight is.

Gordon_Gekko's picture

Great piece CD. If I were Howard, I'd probably tell John that I don't give fuck if the stock market went down to zero; that I will not let the banksters enslave our children for the price of temporarily uplifting asset prices (which would crash anyway no matter what ANYONE did); that I'd make their conversation public creating a massive media ruckus in the process (not so far fetched considering a majority of the population today would believe Howard's truth than John's denials) and that the banks could stop the audit bill over my dead body.

SRV - ES339's picture

Very noble of you GG... nothing wrong with going out on principle... unfortunately, the rest of your fictional alternative is much less believable than CD's.

Great piece CD, but John's visit wasn't necessary... no need to spell it out... the Senate (at least 61 of them) got the message... loud and clear!

Cognitive Dissonance's picture

"Great piece CD, but John's visit wasn't necessary... no need to spell it out... the Senate (at least 61 of them) got the message... loud and clear!"

Thank you. Speaking strictly within my fictional story, it's much more nuanced that this. Remember in the narrative I speak about "Success of this portion of the psyops depends..." and about "He knows the team will now play the market swings in the last hour to feed themselves." and "How many other Senators and Representatives had visitors to their offices this afternoon, receiving the same lesson in the use and abuse of raw power?".

There is a bigger picture here to see. It isn't just about Howard but it's important for Howard to think it is, to keep him isolated from other parts of the operation, just as operatives themselves don't always know what's going on with others parts of the operation. Don't assume this entire thing was staged just for Howard.

Stay tuned.

Gordon_Gekko's picture

CD, have you seen Michael Moore's "Capitalism: A love story"? Leaving aside for the moment the merits/demerits of the documentary itself (FWIW, I don't agree with Mr. Moore's take on things). In the end congresswoman Marcy Kaptur openly agrees that a financial coup d'etat has taken place in DC. I'm sure there are other people in congress who feel this way - who know what's happenning. What if they all banded together and starting creating a public ruckus about the Wall Street shenaningans in DC? Indeed, they could band together with the blogosphere and informed members of the public and create such a shitstorm the likes of which the banksters haven't encountered ever before (e.g. Alan Grayson). Secrecy and ignorance [of the public] is what gives them power. "Divide and rule" is how they play. The more people become informed, the more they lose their power. Even if you don't do anything but simply become aware and protect yourself by buying Gold, that simple act goes a long way towards ending this present system. If indeed these "crashes" are engineered, they are sign of weakness - it is the squid flapping around violently before its death.

SRV - ES339's picture

MM is entertainment, but I usually agree with his basic premise.

Haven't caught all of Capitalism yet, but saw a Reagan financial reform (of course it was designed to promote growth in the sector) speech scene a while back...  Don Regan (Secretary of Treasury fresh from a stint as Merrill Lynch CEO) was with him looking kind of bored and impatient. At one point, he stepped forward and was heard whispering in Reagan's ear... "we're running long, better wrap it up." Reagan looked flustered (like he'd been scolded) and wrapped it up right away... clearly a puppet, being controlled by the Bankers "in-house" representative... and Regan didn't seem to mind at all who knew... amazing!

WaterWings's picture

And he says that, "Capitalism is an evil."

Bullshit. Explain to me capitalism. No mention of the importance of the rule of law. He runs around like a helpless lemming; cleft asshole.

Thanks for the footage, Mike, but the commentary makes me dumb.

Gordon_Gekko's picture

unfortunately, the rest of your fictional alternative is much less believable than CD's

Why? In fact, IMHO, that is the only possible rational response if you are aware of the fact that the system is beyond redmption.

Great piece CD, but John's visit wasn't necessary... no need to spell it out... the Senate (at least 61 of them) got the message... loud and clear!

True. Which is why we need to physically boot out all the CONgress from DC - just like the Greeks are trying to do. I think a majority of the Americans are so broke already they don't give a shit about the stock market anymore.

Dirtt's picture

Dude exactly.  Let them take the market to zero. It's like having a 3 year old threaten not to eat his dinner if he doesn't get ice cream for dinner.

Okay Lil Johnny time for bed.  And we will need to physically boot out all of Congress.  The caveat is the executive order to compel all DoD employees to serve the Expeditionary Force at a stroke of a pen. And that my friends smells of a precursor to civil war.

The question they have to be asking themselves...will Americans call their bluff and come out blazing.  At least the ones that aren't filled with KoolAid.  Sure they may have already stolen every gold bar from America by then but a New America can just say phuck you to those who bought US debt over the last 24 months and problem solved.

Didn't you just say we have to burn down the forest to rid ourselves of the disease? Options are getting fewer by the day.

Miles Kendig's picture

What markets?  hehehe  Americans and indeed world society is discovering rapidly that the game is rigged as Mr. Market and its supporters do everything in their power to substantiate this emerging psychology.

Husk-Erzulie's picture

Ha ha.  Sunday soaps ala ZH.  Careful, pretty soon you'll have to write an episode a week.  What did Lois know and when did she know it?  Why did she lie about meeting John at Bar Rouge?  Does Howards wife still have those radical connections from her crazy coed days? Great poster too. :-)

Mitchman's picture

CD!  YOu've got to figure out a way of commercializing that picture of Turbo Tax Tim into a poster!!  I'll take a dozen!