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i wish ben and timmah and yellen and all the rest all the very best.
it's tough sloggin in a doom's-day-cult; and janus speaks from experience. only, our little group wasn't trying to fuse leninist/marxist flim-flam and supply-side hoo-doo-voodo; no, we were far more ambitious than that.
we set out to meld all the best elements of trantric buddhism, benedictine asceticism, salafi islam, hopi injun hocus-pocus-stuff, scientology, mormonism, sex majik, zoroastrianism, talmudic hair-splitting, confusionism, snake handlin/tongue-talkin; and always keeping an eye out for anything else we thought would work for us.
we stocked the bunker with every imaginable weapon, enough food to see us through seven years of sorrow (sorrow, at least, for those poor suckers on the other side of that concrete reinforced door!), three babes for every dude ( they had to have wide, child-bearing hips, naturally straight teeth, be gorgeous, and, above all stay ticklish), all the best music and dvds, books, tools, fuel, and lest i fail to omit the most important ingredient: drugs...lots and lots and lots of drugs.
looking back, it was probably a bad idea to so obsessively concentrate our drug procurement efforts on hallucinogens. mescaline is one thing; but when you add LSD and MDMA to the stash, and then you decide to dose extra-heavy on all 3 to inaugurate the door sealing and the doom's day clock winding, well, things can get a little weird.
they call the combo of MDMA and LSD 'trollin'...it's a hybridized form of 'trippin & rollin" (the former a state induced by LSD, and the latter brought on by MDMA)...now, if'n you were to add mescaline to the mix, i guess you'd call it mesca-trollin...we called it, 'the great freak-out of 97'.
okay, so, we got the babes all situated in their bunks (we had specially made teddies embroidered with their names...it's the details that make a doom's-day-bunker an experience worth remembering)...put on some tunes...fired up the bong...and then we got all somber in preparing to read our statement to the world.
we pressed record on the camera, and issued a sweeping indictment to the world outside (which we assumed would be played endlessly, and its every syllable picked apart for deeper meaning, its contents scoured and evaluated for clues as to our genius, all by a hopeless and desperate horde of humanity longing with agony for salvation and succor).
(here's how it went...we still have some surplus copies if you'd like to mail-order)
janus: people of earth, you're so fucked!
comrade 1: yeah, cunts! don't be hatin! we gots da babes, we gots the nugs, we gots the tunes...what you sorry mo-fos got? a mutha-fuckin zombie apocalypse, that's what. (here comrade 1 pretends to mow-down the zombies with his full-auto)
comrad 2: sucks to be you!
janus: we are prepared to make you an offer. this offer is non-negotiable; cannot in any way be abrogated; is not subject to future alteration; and, if you think about it, is a very fair deal...and it's the best one you're gonna get. in exchange for the knowledge and wisdom and spiritual understanding we have preserved in this bunker, you must cede unto us absolute sovereignty.
comrad 1: and all your daughters, upon their 17th birthday, are to be delivered to our palace for inspection!
comrade 2: and they must with them bring a hefty tax. and some other cool stuff to impress us.
...
we went on like this for another hour or so; and then we ritually sealed the door with an acetylene torch...said a prayer...and started waiting for all the rest of your faces to melt off and other such inevitability.
the mood started to sour when we realized we hadn't provisioned for human waste. and within a matter of hours; we had our first full-blown crisis. crisis is a bad thing when you're mesca-trollin.
long story short: nobody wins in the blame game.
anyway, one of the unique mental contortions peculiar to mesca-trollin is that you forget that firearms are in fact dangerous...particularly to people. comrade 2 gets bored, starts playing cowboys and indians with the girls, accidentally shoots one of comrade 1's hos in her ankle (ouch!)...and now we've got our first trial to contend with.
comrade 1 contends, citing his authority in talmudic quibbling, that he must be allowed to likewise shoot one of comrade 2's hos in the ankle...or at least some portion of the leg below the knee (he referenced something in Leviticus in his prosecutorial diatribe). he had a point; and, really, he could have argued for two blown-up ankles; but there was a sense of comity and mercy settling over the proceedings. the only dissatisfied party was holly, the unfortunate object of justice served.
we then went to smoke a peace-pipe...and, well, that's when things took a turn for the worse.
our flashlights ran out of batteries. i decided to light a fire to at least give us some light. we then discovered that we'd forgotten to prefigure when it comes to ventilation. a savage and barbaric panic seemed to possess the whole lot of us.
more shots were fired; yet more ankles blasted to bits, scores were settled without proper adjudication; everyone was hunkered down in some corner of the bunker, pistols cocked and ready...helter-fuckin-skelter!
fortunately, all our shenanigans set off the fire alarm, and the local fire department busted in to repossess the high-school field house we'd commandeered. janus slipped away in the melee, leaving all unawares...like a cartoon villain!
anyway, i never heard what became of my comrades and the hos...i met them only the day before at a phish show. i think they were from iowa...or ohio...or something like that.
the lesson of this story is, never mesca-troll without proper ventilation.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k3EN4YS0OLg
a child of the 20th century,
janus
Maybe he's in drag, as Yellen?
You're going to have to try harder, WB7, if you ever want to eclipse your classic "Bernanqualung."
Is this the greatest band hardly anyone has ever heard?
The Waterboys, Has Anybody Here Seen Hank?
It's a beautiful day here on the mountain! Just coming in for snack period then back outside.
Banzai, you may recall I made a comment a few posts ago...about the whole MERS fiasco just vanishing. Well, I looked all over the place for this without success, then remembered I had saved it to scribd. This is chilling. If you read between the lines, the Illinois Banker's ASSociation comes out and says if they HAVE TO follow the law, they'd NEVER be able to foreclose anybody! Of course, they DO love following the law, BUT, this would be calamitous to untold muppets who would be denied access to awesome banker innovations and products lol! They even play the moral hazard card here too.
Illinois Bankers Association Response to Supreme Court Committee 4-13-2102
It's only 4 pp and a fair amount of white space.
On a side note, Mrs. chunga went ahead and copped ZH account "jane says". Still waiting on Tyler's approval...maybe it's stuck because of two accounts coming from same IP? She'll probably never comment anyway (rough crowd - too scared) but if she does go easy on her!
Fuck You Bernanke! Prepper my ass! Bitch!
Hmmmm, I wonder if somebody will seal off the doors and air vents of the Brookings Institute to improve air quality and prevent gooble gooble warmin.g.
I've guess I've got that scene from the "Dirty Doazen" iin my mind where they pour gasoline and drop hand grenades into the Germans emerency shelter air vents.
He is invoking that little know rule where if you stay out of sight or earshot for a set # of days, the chances of indictment go to zero.
He should be prosecuted for theft of funds for those illegal loans to foreign banks he made and didn't tell anyone about.
try looking in Disney World
Bomb shelter!
Ben will have his toes in the sand sipping a Mai Tai during the next debt crisis.
He'll get paid $100K for guest speaker engagements to blame the weather and China.
His face won't be sagging as much as Greenspan's but it will be the same pass the blame game.
Where is the Benny Bunker Buster when you need it ?
He is playing golf with Barry O, Hank P, and Angelo Mo.... The OPM Dirtyfuker Open, sponsored by Other Peoples Money.
He's at the Orimpics polishing "barbarous relics" for chinese afretes.
This reminded me of the story of Neel Kaskari who was the point man for TARP under Paulson and even after. After he quit government and before coming back into the Financial Scam Universe.....namely PIMCO......he retreated to the mountains of Nevada to build and live in a little cabin with his dog. He was going prepper.
https://lh3.ggpht.com/-y-LitJspavg/TahTJsL90kI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/qL53Qjjw0oo/s...
http://www.iaconoresearch.com/BlogImages/09-12_07_kashkari.jpg
http://media3.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/photo/gallery/091203/GAL-09Dec03...
Now....lookee here......he's just announced that he is running for governor of Socialist Republic Utopia of California.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neel_Kashkari
And you know what he wants to do with that.....right? Yep.....next after that......the White House.
Revolving door in action. Fed gov ponzi manager.....to PIMCO ponzi manager.....to Socialist Republic ponzi manager.....back to Head Fed / Corp ponzi manager.
Forget this being the Great Seal of the U.S.A.
https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/41/USGreatSealGrahamLit...
It should be this.....
http://copypasterepost.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/Ouroboros_by_zarat...
He'll wind up with a 2 X 4 as a running mate.
Maybe we'll see headlines of "Bankster Suicide by Pick AX!"
Can only wish and dream...
he was spotted in hong kong , at a gold coin shop
Yeah right. ever since he got back from burning down the Iron Mountain warehouse he has most likely been snorting blow off a hooker's taint.
Gawd! the visuals! LOL
So thats what the Brookings Institute break room looks like ;-)
That one had me laughing out loud. Too funny. :)
The revolving door of like-minded economists and other "deep thinkers" (back & forth between .gov & academia) has an obvious genetic problem doesn't it? ;-)
Nepotistic inbreeding, the Hallmark of nobility in the USSA!
DaddyO
I'm sure someone will spot him in some gay porn on the internet eventually. Maybe Fonestar can let us know when he sees him? LOL ;-)
who is that lady guarding the canned gefiltefish?
Timmy is TWINS!
Timmy looks like he's taking a dump under the sheets.
"HaS ANYoNe SeeN BeN?"
In the bunker, with the other Ponzi promoters and enablers, hoarding the food.
<What did I win Banzai7?>
Its called Bentonite :)
For heavy metal detox!
Over here we call it WD-Corzy.
In HK its called Brasso
Makes poo disappear! Holy crap that's funny
FREE JON CORZINE
that one never gets old...
Wonder who the democrat douche that downvoted you?
Christie
f'n apple eating white stallion owner
I need some. My kitten made a mess yesterday.
If he's waiting for the Bentomic fallout to deminish...it will be a long, long time.