MERSy Christmas Everyone!

4closureFraud's picture




Tis right before Christmas, but they’ll still take your house
Many creatures are lurking, like Stern – that louse.
The documents were strung together without care,
Have a missing assignment? LPS will be there!

The attorneys said “We’ve put our problems to bed”
As fraudclosure whistleblowers were turning up dead.
There was Biden in Delaware, and Martha in Mass.,
Who finally said, “Let’s kick bankster ass!”

There was Miller in Iowa who was leading the chatter,
“Millions of foreclosures? Hey, what’s the matter?”
Amnesty for the banks who started this crash,
For a slap on the wrist and a wee bit of cash.

And soon we will see it was all just a show,
They’ll be working on tans with friend Angelo.
“Trash Out” companies break into homes without fear,
It’s a civil matter and the cops won’t appear.

They’ll doctor the proof to steal your home free and clear,
With forged notes backdated five years!
A VP with a short name will do the trick,
Boy! That Linda Green can sure sign ’em quick!

More rapid than a machine she signed her name,
And under deposition the rest of them came.
Sign Linda! Sign Crystal! Christine and Bryan!
Sign Stephan, , Sign Hoye, Thomas and Samons!

We’ll pay you more than you can make at the mall,
Now sign away, sign away, sign away all!
You can apply for a loan mod but it surely won’t fly,
You’ll be met with obstacles that reach to the sky!

So short sale your house, sign a deed in lieu,
Or we’ll do what is necessary to take it from you!
In rocket-docket court the homeowner bears the burden of proof,
Ninety seconds to save your home and then it’s gone – poof!

Henry Paulson stepped forward as the ship was going down,
And said “We need 700 billion to turn things around!”
All the money went to men in fine tailored suits,
While homeowners were tossed by thugs in jack boots.

There was HARP and HAMP to keep HOPE alive,
Where all of your documents went by the wayside.
Who are the folks who’ve swindled so many?
There’s David Stern, Fannie and Freddie.

Bank of America will put you out in the snow,
Along with Citi, GMAC and Wells Fargo.
Stumpf and Dimon have only their shareholders to please,
Profits go up with the more homes they seize.

They created swaps, CDO’s and MBS,
But in the end it was all just BS.
There’s Helicopter Ben and Geithner the elf,
From our pocket to theirs, – the only transfer of wealth.

They’d have us believe we got into this on our own,
Next time don’t fall for balloon, predatory or subprime loans!
Three ways to take down a once great nation,
Fraud, deceit and securitization.

While you were busy paying your note through a lifetime of work,
The banks created MERS to avoid paying court clerks.
In the end, it was the banksters they chose,
Thanks to your government you got hosed.

The notice said there would be no dismissal,
Delivered by men with badges and pistols.
And I heard them exclaim, as they backed down the drive,
“Mersy Christmas to all, we’ve destroyed your lives!”

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Grill Boss's picture

You guys are all missing the point, missing the target and missing the root, the bankers love this (and the people who cry about it) it focuses all the attention on it while the real game is concealed... classic

for those who would care to know what really happened (how your loan was created) the fact that YOU are actually lending to YOURSELF and the bank is the intermediary of collecting the interest!~

At no time, ever is the bank, ever at any risk of loss.... ever, they are at risk of not getting a gain, but they have never been at risk of loss.

The whole MERS thing is a joke, sure, a scam, but a joke.

The foundation of ALL of this still has never been talked about or mentioned, if you want to know, here it is!

ebworthen's picture

Well done, thank you.

I sold my house recently.  My reward for never missing a mortgage payment in 14 years was to pay $1,500 to the title company for insurance and what not.  They should have paid me.  I told he title agent it was o.k. as long as she didn't sign her name "Linda Green".  She didn't get it.  I told her about MERS and Linda Green and told her she should educate herself about it.  I'm not holding my breath but one person at a time - can't hurt.

I told my real estate agent and my bank that I didn't think much of home "ownership" after doing it twice and being punished for being responsible.  There's probably a new crop of doe-eyed youngsters who will believe the lies but the more we talk about it and write and mention in conversations the better.

TraderTimm's picture

I've always found it funny that people think owning a house (with the heavy millstone of property taxes firmly attached - in addition to a big mortgage payment) is worth being captured by the financial system. Perhaps just an echo heard across the chasm of 1970's, prior to going off the gold standard.

Now, you'd better be mobile or you're going to get put through the tax blender on anything remotely perceived as an "asset".

Sure doesn't stop anyone from buying though, I know a few people who bought a house in the last year or so... fresh meat for the grinder.


chunga's picture

The night before Christmas, when all through the house

            Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse

No stockings were hung by the chimney this year

            Because the banks home protection company had been there.


The Children were snuggled in other family’s beds

            No sugar plums this year would dance in their heads.

And mamma at the window and I on the deck

            Were both wide awake our lives were a wreck


When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

            I peered through the snow to see what was the matter

The windows on my house were all boarded and broke

            The American Dream had gone up all in smoke


The man on the moon’s face bore a frown

            The bank had stolen nearly every house in town

Poor Santa stood pondering on the roof of the house

            Wondering what happened to the families and even the mouse

The reindeer were there and a bag full of toys

            But nowhere to leave them, there were no girls and boys.


Old Santa, with a tear in his eye, whistled and called all his reindeer by name

            Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

            To the next house they flew but the result was the same

Nothing left of the family that he had come to know by name

            For years he had visited, came down the chimney with a bound

But this year, there was simply no one to be found

            So up the chimney he flew to his sleigh did he rush

To the sky he did take with a hush

            There was no joy for Santa to spread

For the Banks had taken all the homes, the clothing,  the beds

            Was there no way to fix this great wrong thought Santa as he flew ‘cross the sky

As I watched him pass by I could do no more than cry

            Not for the toys and not for the gold

But for the bankers and lawyers who had sold their souls

            See Santa would not come to their houses tonight

For he knew the difference between wrong and right

            So maybe next year, just maybe next year

I will have back my home and a reason to cheer

            But til then I will fight and not cower at the banks mighty might

And onto my family I will hold on so tight.

            It is the night before Christmas and all through my house

There is love and laughter and kindness about

            Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good night.

                                                            Written by “everyman”






LiquidBrick's picture

Twas the Night before Trial

Twas the night before Trial, when all through the Court foyer
Not a litigant was stirring, not even a lawyer.
The discovery pleadings stacked by the bench went nigh to the roof
In hopes that Your Honor and the Jury would soon find the Truth

The parties were complacent all smug in their heads,
While visions of a victory-verdict whirled in their heads.
And ‘Your Honor’ slept in his robe – the jury in their boxers,
But the Defendant was up all night pacing in his knockers.

When out on the lawn there arose such suspense,
The mystery witness appeared with a new piece of evidence!
Away to the Courts I drove through the red lights,
I had to file my “AHA Motion!” before the mid-night.

I arrived there on time but the Clerk of the Court said “no”
He wasn’t impartial – but my adversaries friend – clearly now my foe.
Please Clerk, Justice is at stake…”

“I must file my ‘Aha Motion’ before the Jury of my peers awake.”


With a minute to spare it was a grace of luck - an administrative trick.
Somebody filed my documents electronically, it all happened so quick.
More rapid than a pro se could do it by car or by mail,
The ‘Aha Motion’ was filed – BUT, will it be the final nail?

"March Constables! Come, Anonymous! Listen, Jury and Peers!
Rise, Victims! Wake-up, Judges! Hey, Prosecutor, clean out your ears!
To Justice Scalia!  To the top of the Law!
The system is broken! Event the neophytic pro se saw!”

“As Complaints and indictments crossed state lines on the fly,
Their heads were in the sand but their egos were in the sky.
The allegations were fabrications with no jurisdiction,
How can you see the truth when you conspire with pure fiction?”

And then, in a twinkling, there were whispers from the bench,
The prosecutor was summoned – but the jury was in suspense.
“Did you read the exculpatory? Was there something that you missed?
The law is clear and unambiguous. This case must be dismissed.

The prosecutor saw the hand he was dealt,

No notch on his belt?
Sure, his ego and career were permanently scarred.
The penalty for malicious prosecution? Automatically disbarred.

Defendant’s eyes began to twinkle!

 His hard-to-conceal grin grew with a bit wee cheer!

The Jury smelled a perjurer in the court…
As the prosecution filled with drear!

The mere notion of “dismissal” caused him to grit his teeth,
As  smoke-stacks poofed out of his head, shaped like a wreath.
Filled with chagrin and seething with guilt,

The evidence was lies, a fabricated case was built.

The jury waited patiently,
to perform their community good deed.
But the Public Def., the Prosecutor and the Judge could not proceed.

Because they knew the jury knew it was a forthcoming injustice indeed.

They spoke not a word, but straight to chambers they went,
To deliberate their jobs? So they wouldn’t lose a cent?
Before banging the gavel they had to agree how the Judge would rule,
But hours went by and the Jury was all out of fuel.

“Im sorry everyone, but there’s been a death in my rolodex,
And as you all know, this case is very complex.
I’m the last to be notified. Everyone else has already mourned.

There’s nothing I can do. This case must be adjourned!"


To all those who suffered an injustice at the hands of judiciary incompetence, “Hang In there!”

                                                     Pro Se Santa

urwright's picture

MERS eliminated 300 years of mortagage laws.

the American dream is now a nightmare yet no one is willing to wake up and see the root seed that allowed freddy kruger to rape you and your wife before you even got married

wthout MERS there is now way the MBS could have been created at such a fast pace and allowed property ownership into diced onions sprinkled with fake bacon bits and fed to folks as real investments rated as whole food 

without MERS the note to the property would actually be real and trackable and provide honest revenue to municipalities and a definitive proof that owning property is actual ownership

without MERS you could easliy prove "where the fuck the money went"

yea but 60 minutes says it is all Linda Green's fault so lets turn the topic of MERS into a poem and mention it once - GOOD JOB MAN



Go Tribe's picture

wikipedia: MERS began as a project in October 1993 when Fannie Mae, Freddie Mac, and Ginnie Mae produced a White Paper (with assistance from law firm Covington & Burling) about the need for an electronic mortgage registration system.


What a line-up of criminals. Fannie, Freddie and Ginnie, Covington & Burling, legal counsel for Halliburton, Blackwater, BankAmerica, GE and Phillip Morris.

new game's picture

Real fucking simple folks:the gub/corp/bankster is here to help you so bend the fuck over.

For me, my career(real estate), next my/your guns??????????????, but I have drawn the line there.

angry white male, not so merzy x-mas, but proper attitude.

oh, yea fuck you too-lol.

lighten up I say :)

sarc off

TrustWho's picture

Merry Christmas...If the Germans and Brits could cross the trench line in 1914, May God bless us all on this day and may we bless each other. Just so you know, the generals on both sides were pissed, so they made sure the killing started the next day. The time is coming when the peasants will stop obeying their lords. I just hope we do it before a Hitler leads us.

Snakeeyes's picture

Obama won't cross the trench. It's a class war 24/7 with this fool.

DavosSherman's picture

I singed all my Christmas Cards "Linda Green".

Albertarocks's picture

Here's my favorite one to sing.  Gather your entire family around the fireplace and sing it together... you'll have a blast:


'Twas the month before Christmas, when Mable my spouse,
Said: "Asshole stop snoring, you fat lazy louse".
Her stockings were thick, to cover leg hair,
As she yelled at the dog to get out of her chair.

The boys were all horny and smug with their dreds,
While visions of naked chicks danced in their heads.
And mamma in her underwear while I had my nap,
Had settled their butts down, for a long evening’s crap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from the toilet, on the floor they did splatter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters, threw up on the sash.

The moon on the breast of our neighbor named Flo
Gave lust of mid-day to my loins far below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a big honkin' pizza and twenty four beer.

With a little more whisky, which I drank really quick,
I knew in a moment I soon would be sick.
More rapid than eagles my pukings they came,
And I heaved, and I shouted, "My Mable's to blame!"

"Now Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Blister and Chicken!
On, Vomit! On, Cutie! You're ass I'll be lickin',
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away, and leave 'em fuck all!