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This scam's not your scam, this scam's not my scam
From California, to the New York Island
From the subprime forest, to the QE stained waters
This scam wasn't made for you and me

As I was walking the Banksta highway
I saw above me a bonus skyway
I saw below me a muppet valley
This scam wasn't made for you and me


I've roamed and rambled and I've followed Ponzi's footsteps
To the debt soaked quick sands of the fiat deserts
And all around me Benny B was sounding
This scam wasn't made for you and me


Asset bubbles rising as I was strolling
That's your life savings in the dust clouds rolling
The fog was shifting a voice come chanting
This scam wasn't made for you and me


As I was walkin' - I saw a sign there
And that sign said - no tress passin'
But on the other side .... it said Goldman somethin!
Now that side wasn't made for you and me!


In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office - I see my people
And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin'
If this scam was ever made for you and me.




















His QE is raising rich boats
While blowing-up Treasury Notes
This printing sensation
Is masking inflation
But now even furniture floats

The Limerick King



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gimli's picture

Just saw the Huffington piece ...... congrats William!

palmereldritch's picture

Gangs of New York, great stuff! That's a classic.

blindman's picture

virtual sustain, little attack full spectrum
assault ongoing, and all that nectar.

blindman's picture

G3 Joe Satriani Steve Vai Eric Johnson (Full Concert)


bankruptcylawyer's picture

when you realize the next 4 years of the u.s. will have a 'leader' in chief and continued oligarchy for another 4 years, and then you think, wait, isn't that what we just had 4 years ago---


this vicious spiral down the drain can take a long time, and a lot of lives with it . and it's not as if once we get all the way down the drain that--shazaam---our problems are solved.

to the contrary---they just begin. it's going to be a long time, just to get to the beginning. eeesh. smokem if you gotem. 

blindman's picture

I Ain't Got No Home In This World Anymore - Woody Guthrie

Tippoo Sultan's picture

WB7 - The Daniel Day-Lewis character in "Gangs of New York" ( Bill "Butcher" Cutting ) had a fake eye: ivory, with a silver eagle inlay.

In the current Wall Street/gangland context, a dollar, euro, or some other fiat symbol would look quite dapper.


blindman's picture

Woody Guthrie - Jolly Banker
The Jolly Banker
Words and Music by Woody Guthrie

My name is Tom Cranker and I'm a jolly banker,
I'm a jolly banker, jolly banker am I.
I safeguard the farmers and widows and orphans,
Singin' I'm a jolly banker, jolly banker am I.

When dust storms are sailing, and crops they are failing,
I'm a jolly banker, jolly banker am I.
I check up your shortage and bring down your mortgage,
Singin' I'm a jolly banker, jolly banker am I.

When money you're needing, and mouths you are feeding,
I'm a jolly banker, jolly banker am I.
I'll plaster your home with a furniture loan,
Singin' I'm a jolly banker, jolly banker am I.

If you show me you need it, I'll let you have credit,
I'm a jolly banker, jolly banker am I.
Just bring me back two for the one I lend you,
Singin' I'm jolly banker, jolly banker am I.

When your car you're losin', and sadly your cruisin',
I'm a jolly banker, jolly banker am I.
I'll come and forclose, get your car and your clothes,
Singin' I'm jolly banker, jolly banker am I.

When the bugs get your cotton, the times they are rotten,
I'm jolly banker, jolly banker am I.
I'll come down and help you, I'll rake you and scalp you,
Singin' I'm jolly banker, jolly banker am I.

When the landlords abuse you, or sadly misuse you,
I'm jolly banker, jolly banker am I.
I'll send down the police chief to keep you from mischief,
Singin' I'm jolly banker, jolly banker am I.

© Copyright 1964 (renewed) by Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc

shovelhead's picture


MOL was crazy. Everyone knows that you grow weed on a south facing tree line. Trees give air cover and south facing gives plenty of all day light.

Don't forget to cull those males when they sex.

That makes the difference between primo sensemilla and seedy schwag.

janus's picture

watch-the-fuck-out, bitchez!  janus has wine and he knows how to use it!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hX8nAZftZL4&feature=results_video&playnext=1&list=PL5E57B9CD4DAA1778 (with a silver-half-a-pound...we just stood there gettin wet/ with our backs against the fence)

i'll fuckin guarantee dat you ain't nevah met a muthah fuckah quite like janus:


moreso, you bitchez ain't nevah met nuthin like mrs. janus...and you ain't got no fuckin clue as-to how to tame her...we'll get to the first stuff first.  cause you lil bitchez can't handle the rest; gotta make you men first.

so, when first i met mrs. janus, she was embroiled in the ole 'witness protection program'...think i'm a-fuckin around?  no, fo real, mrs. janus was involved in da REAL shit.  janus was just a junior in da game; mrs. janus had already graduated when first i met her.

let me back up...since i'm bein super-honest and all (which is why i'm drinkin...tis hard to relate all this shit to you lil mutha fuckahs):

so, my mother and father HATE mrs. janus...she's not extruded from pure anglo-saxon line.  so much is true.  she's half-cajun; a 1/4 italian; and a 1/4 german to follow.  verboten to 'my people'....all AMERICAN as far as i'm concerned.


janus LUVs!!! california gals...still can't figure out why i chose boston over LA (maybe it has something to do with the first american revolution; and janus positionin himself for the 2nd...maybe...Time will tell...anyway, LA women, janus is makin haste to ya-- californiacation...dreamin of it)

anyway, i think i should relate a brief history of mrs. janus (cause she's just as awesome as janus -- only a sorry story-tellah):

lil blone cutie...born round monterrey/carmel ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CQ-QfMv7Fzw yup!!!)...parents were both hippies...lived a bit in alaska (juno); then for a longer spell in hawaii -- till she was nine or so; then on to paris; then back to california...the pacific palasiades; then onto martha's vineyard; and, again, back to california (encino); finally, where i met her, in louisanna...lafayette, LA...harper's ferry, bitchez!  

at which point she knew janus wuz somethin special; and i knew the same of her.  janus was so fuckin tired of the sorority bitchez at that time...so fuckin weary.  mrs. janus was a breath of fresh air -- just a beautiful girl sittin pretty, all casual in her flesh...comfortable as can be with herself...a criminal (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FFOzayDpWoI ) -- just the way i like em'; and, after lookin her over (all predatory-like), i was comfortable with her, too.  and so i took her.

and i take her on a regular basis...all ferocious-like...as is the fashion i prefer.

lest i digress, let me proceed with the story of mrs. janus...

so, she's fine as the day is long...cute as can be (and more).  if only she were, like, 33 women at once...well, that'll always be the dream...i've explained this before (to you and to her); one woman isn't the same as one woman plus...it's not anybody's fault; let's not fret about it now...nuthin we can do about it anyhow...life goes on.\

so, mrs. janus (in spite of her limited individuality http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHzOOQfhPFg ) is and was an incredible person.  which is why i cannot decide what to do with her.

nevertheless, she must be discussed...inasmuch as she's rather important to me (my babie's momma and all...more than that acutally).

where do i begin with the story of mrs. janus...don't know how honest i should be...

well, to begin with, at the inception of our relationship, i discovered that she'd recently been a witness in a double-homocide.  simple twist of fate, i suppose http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-YjEGyaRGc (...as the evening sky grew dark/ she looked at him and he felt a spark...tingle to his bones/ twas then he felt he felt alone/ and he wished he'd gone straight/ and watched out for a simple twist of fate...hunts her down at the water-front docks...how long must he wait).

if you exhaust yourself exclaiming that the beautiful don't get anywhere because they're such; that's your problem.  mrs. janus has, quite literally, danced-lively through the rain-drops...a creature born of sin, that won't evah see its face again.  she's special; and she'll nevah know a bad day dawns.  tis on y'all that the sad mornin comes...the ugly-folk will suffah in all ways...not mrs. janus -- not as long as dewy-breath i draw.  

if i were to sit here and expell all the woe and trouble that's befell all around her you'd sigh...long, long, long; and all melancholy-like you'd moan.  it don't darken her bright; not like you, you humid-blue and luke-warm pukes.  she's LIVED while you've been checkin-off boxes; she's been fucked proper-like while you've been slippin through the drive-thru at mcdonalds.  you fat and feculent fuck-faces...i don't know why i bother with you.

i do, on the other hand, know why i bother with mrs. janus....and it's likely because she stubbornly remains an object of my predations...a fine-ass fox that won't quit.  i really wish the bitch would grow ugly; that way i could be more moral about things...as it stands, i continue to seduce her like i would a co-ed.  

as i was saying, mrs. janus slipped through tons of shit...her saga is one for hollywood/tolkien to meld; a fan-tas-ma-gorical epic of america gone wrong (but how could it go so right?), with a happy ending -- en medius res...as it were.

as i alluded to, her parents were rock-and-roll musicians...acid-trippin-hippies...dregs of the earth, really.  but, judge them though we should, some of them were aesthetically superb.  and whateveah brew her momma and daddy were stirrin that night, twas to my blithe-delight...and i thank the Lord i have her.  it worked out well as far as i'm concerned.

and the sands of time slip through the hour-glass; Fortuna kicks her wheel round and round; man goes on salting his bread with the sweat of his brow, and, doubt though you may, hippies (like my in-laws) kept knockin their shins up against the coffee-tables of everyday life...life was, for your average no-good hippie, like a job application for a humanities major -- in a word, vexing.  not something to look forward to.  a cold shower on an autumn day -- the 'soup', as it were.

children were no better.  my wife, God bless her, was an only one.

as i've explained: she is/was a naturally-curly blone with big and glistening sea-green/blue eyes (like huntington beach)...a precocious and curious young girl of unlimited potential and peerless charm...all the same, she was no match for cocaine.  at least as far as her mother was concerned.  the 80's were a bitch...and they manufactured more than a few of them.

anyway, mrs. janus, after the age of 13, raised herself and was a mother to her mother...just watch White Oleander and dose a few hits of acid -- that'll get you close to her childhood.

it was a good thing that my mother in law was/is a world-class beauty; cause, apart from that, she's crazy...and so it goes..this is no small matter -- i have 3 sons who are all 1/2 cajun...and that could be a problem...but i'll try to stay on top of it.  believe me, i know what cajun blood can lead to; and i'm prepared to deal with it systematically and with extreme prejudice (i have a plan -- i am an anglo-saxon). 

anyway, back to those who haven't a plan...no-account and hapless hippies:

let me try and think of a story that, by extention of its zaniness, will help you understand the zani-normality of hippidom...okay, well, my mother-in-law decided (with her boyfriend) that growing ground-bourne-weed was the way of the future (oh, i guess i forgot to mention that my wife lived -- at least for a brief while -- in the missouri ozarks).  and the future did thus beckon:

no hot water...no shops or markets or cities of any kind...no schools...no normal america...really, as far  as you can fuckin go from normality -- it's the place you go when you hold all that's normal in contempt, passionate contempt.  think the electricity ran regularly?  think again.  there are WAY too many campfire-bathwater-heating stories to bear for janus.  it gets boring.

the plan was to grow weed by pegging its buds to the ground.  you know, to avoid those pesky helicopters...ever wondered how you you could out-smart those keen-eyed copter-pilots?  well, it's not by pegging your marijuana buds to the ground...cause, even though your buds may escape the attention of copter-pilots, they'll also fail to impress those who like to ignite and inhale the stuff...sad to say, and after two seasons of earnest effort, good/buzz-making buds need to stretch to the sky...another lesson learned for the hippies.  but, as far as mrs. janus was concerned, it was back to the high-life of beach-houses and coke-fueled parties (from which her mother didn't return for 3 to 4 days).  

maybe someday when i'm really-really drunk, i'll tell the double-homicide story...it'll take some time.  and, besides, it's a long story.  yes, of course it involves cocaine...and peru...and automatic weapons...and all kinds of hollywood-stuff.  but, happy to say, it's all true.  as the courts of san jose will merrily confirm.

janus is through the lookin-glass...livin by faith, as they say.

oh, by the way, that blonde chic in the new oliver stone movie...yeah, that one...i'm gonna fuck her till she wobbles.  she can thank me later.

i am savage.

pleased to meet you.


guess my name,







Beau Tox's picture

Your name is . . . Boudreaux . . . uh, no, it's Thibodaux.  Its Rumplestiltskin!  You don't know the first thing about Louisiana, dopehead!

falak pema's picture

Furniture levitation farce is awesome; its points to "turning table" time in the system! 

We need the US version of that fine doctor's invention which worked very smoothly and painlessly. 

WB7 you are Voltaire' true son and if ridicule could kill you own that silver bullet. Black arrow for blacker hearts.

williambanzai7's picture

They are the ones who use ridiculous symbols, secret handshakes, secret meetings and opaque PhD wizardry...yet they accuse their detractors of being fringe lunatics and conspiracy theorists.

Banzai7 will set that record straight.

Nachdenken's picture

I´ll sing to that, I found the anthem, above.

mt paul's picture



newengland's picture

Well done, William. Nihilism is for wimps.

janus's picture

to Woody with Big LOVE:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-0JYKOTUdd0 (are you washed? -- have you found peace and rest...are you clean, are you spotless?)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AcmjRheVZmM&feature=related (there's an airline flight/ goes to heaven every nite...them's got ears let them hear/ them's got eyes let them see/ turn your eyes to the Lord of The Skies...to your HOME)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wyjNRmSPVMM&feature=related (you fascists are bound to lose!!!)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jKVnur5DkdI&feature=related (a great and a-bloody fight brewin round this whole world to-nite....i walked on a mountain in the middle of the sky/ could see every city and every town...)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdyLb7ouXUU&feature=related (how fuckin relevant, mr. guthrie)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QjkvzBRtQcI (no comment)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQLzZ1zlkGo&feature=related (there's a bettah world a'commin/ i'll tell ya why...)

(don't agree with your mechanism for it, mr. guthrie...but, fo sure, there's a betthah world a'commin -- I'LL tell ya why (janus))


WildBill Banzai, 

in case you're curious, janus is rite now a-grippin his "hangin liberty" mug...it's full of vino y Veritas.  I'll set to writin in a bit...all in tribute to my man, Woody Guthrie.  i think this is gonna be a special night.


happy birthday (!!!), you redneck, dust-bowl-okie....



Yen Cross's picture

 You did a Great job of " sequestering" the " post facto" VOICES!

williambanzai7's picture

I think it is known now that I make no secret of my lack of affection for each and every shithead out there. They are all part of the same cesspool as far as I am concerned. ;-)

BlackholeDivestment's picture


Benny and the Masonic 911 Jet is priceless. LMAO


Whoa Dammit's picture

"I hate a song that makes you think that you are not any good. I hate a song that makes you think that you are just born to lose. Bound to lose. No good to nobody. No good for nothing. Because you are too old or too young or too fat or too slim too ugly or too this or too that. Songs that run you down or poke fun at you on account of your bad luck or hard traveling. I am out to fight those songs to my very last breath of air and my last drop of blood. I am out to sing songs that will prove to you that this is your world and that if it has hit you pretty hard and knocked you for a dozen loops, no matter what color, what size you are, how you are built, I am out to sing the songs that make you take pride in yourself and in your work. And the songs that I sing are made up for the most part by all sorts of folks just about like you. I could hire out to the other side, the big money side, and get several dollars every week just to quit singing my own kind of songs and to sing the kind that knock you down still farther and the ones that poke fun at you even more and the ones that make you think you’ve not any sense at all. But I decided a long time ago that I’d starve to death before I’d sing any such songs as that." 

-Woody Guthrie

williambanzai7's picture

There's a man who lived and died true to his principles.

bookwurm's picture

Methinks the sticker is on the wrong machine....



t0mmyBerg's picture

excellent stuff master banzai.  and happy birthday to me le quatorze juillet.

world_debt_slave's picture

ha ha, Debt Bro makes an appearance.

Rename Bastille Day to Da Steal day.

Jay Gould Esq.'s picture

"You can't buy a bag of peanuts in this town without someone writing a song about you, or Bill Banzai doing a Photoshop spread with your mug in it."

-- Charles Foster Bain.

New_Meat's picture

Bill, a French Revolution outcome is a loser. for the majority of folk who do the right thing.  For the takers, the OWS folk, the Havhad "OWS EXPERIENCE", this might be superficially appealing.  Robespiere for a skosh, then????

Here's a sample of what's out there:


Good on ya, as usual.

- Ned


williambanzai7's picture

Holder is donning his plaid
This douche thinks he's looking quite bad
This fool is an arse
He's running a farce
A State without justice is mad
The Limerick King

neidermeyer's picture

Bravo on the "Linda Green" ...

john39's picture

makes a handy list of individuals who need a nice rope neck tie in a bad way...     but my personal opinion, putin does not belong on that list.  admittedly, could be wrong about that.

duo's picture

damn, 20 seconds and the page wasn't loaded.  I'll view it later.

diogeneslaertius's picture


hauntingly prescient when i see the shark-like smile of men like RoseBain, (btw mormonism is luciferianism at the top based on the mystery schools etc., go look at the architecture of the temple in Salt Lake for a few obvious red flags and realize the average porch mason is just ascribing to a given Flavor of christianity and means well but is essentially a thrall...) and the new  George Bush


George Bush 2.0, just when you get tired of Debt Brother From Planet 0 or RoseBain, whenever people get tired of Obamaney, they will wheel out some shit like this for the sleep walkers to rally around, George Bush 2.0! now with Latino Flavor!

but i digress


love your work WB7

you are a true master of the fundamental craft and one of the finest human beings ever to breathe air upon this planet


if we had 100k more like you the war would be over before morning!


Yen Cross's picture

 Summer Days!

   Is that Ronnie Reagan, in the " back ground"?

diogeneslaertius's picture

his actual regalia ladies and gentlemen

little lord fauntleroy

diogeneslaertius's picture



is it real or is it debtorex?


chaos so real, i bought the t-shirt :D

cheers @williambanzai7, thank you for consistently ripping back all seven veils on a daily basis


such encouragment, it fills my heart with joy and promise of a better world than this NWO debt rape room, simply to know such humans exist!


and to come on ZH and see, each day, the same excellent work being done by so many hands, and the chorus aligned ... it reassures me that the cultural vector out of this maze of tartarus is busy being constructed organically at the edges of the known world


an army of truth, quietly self assembling




Visual Combat: Destroy the image and you will break the enemy.


hear, hear!

williambanzai7's picture

What I have to say to Obanksta: No one ever got wrongfully evicted by a forged Schedule 13D.

BigJim's picture

LOL, I can't help it, whenever I see the Debt Brother I can't help but laugh out loud