Pardon my mentally ill style of exclamatory title making; but it appears the banking system is about to get a barnyard kick to the nuts tomorrow morning.
I bring great news, with feverish excitement (no idea what that really means): [[BAC]] is in dire need of $34 billion, according to some rogue news agency. That’s all, nothing to see here. They need 34 bill, so that they could redecorate every house in the world, 20 times over, fly back and forth to the fucking moon, then make room for some kickass bonuses, circa 2006 style.
What sort of “stress test” is this, when the results say our largest bank needs $34 billion? It’s a fucking death sentence, not a test.
My Grandmother, may God bless her soul, used to say: “(Fly), if you don’t have anything good to say, don’t say anything.” Grandpa would retort: “No one likes a rat. Rats live in dirty basements with homeless men, who don’t know what honest work is. Don’t be a rat or else you will become homeless.”
With that worldly advice, I suggest President O’Bama should stop snitching on the banks. Quit being a player hater, O. After all, all BAC wants to do is spend some money on cheap brokerage firms, just before their respective businesses detonate and get blanketed by nuclear winter style fallout.
Fuck financial Armageddon; this is a game of elimination. Truth be told, if BAC needs $34 bill, HA!, they’re doner [sic] than a bun on the sun having fun with a gun, pardon the lack of a witty pun.
On that news, the market will likely travel to new highs tomorrow. The problem with many of you stems from your insistence on being an ideologue. You made some coin shorting the market and now it’s the only trick in your screwball bag.
Tomorrow morning will be interesting, since many bears will attempt to throw the weak into the “wall of worry.” If tomorrow’s dip is absorbed and met by the bulls, it will get extraordinarily ugly for the ideologues, via humiliating melt up.
Until then, let’s all have a drink to famine and pestilence, 2008 style.
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