Saturday, July 4, 2009

Happy 4th of July: Matt Taibbi's "The Great American Bubble Machine" (Reposted)

Happy Birthday Day, America ...

Not sure if this is an actual picture of a fireworks display in New York Harbor as seen from the base of Lady Liberty or a composite image, but I sort of like it.

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Just in time for the 4th of July, I am reposting in its virtual entirety* Matt Taibbi's incredible piece from the upcoming Rolling Stone magazine entitled "The Great American Bubble Machine" on how Goldman Sachs and the larger Wall Street corporate financial speculator class are destroying the United States of America -- and how basically helpless / clueless / unwilling is the Federal Government, and by extension, the citizenry to stop this mass criminality.

*I say "virtual" because I cut and pasted most of this from one online source that had a few minor changes (removing the profane words) and left out about a page's worth of material, which I subsequently typed in directly from a scanned PDF version of the file that I got from a friend.

I realize posting this in its entirety may violate some copyright law(s), although I am not posting this for any money, that's for sure. If it's a problem, I'll remove this, but I think by the time anyone notices me, this whole thing will have long been in the public domain. As of now, it is still not available on Nexis. I am posting it because I think it is important to do so.

Also, I have interspersing in the text some cartoon drawings that accompany the print version, and also may be adding some of my own related and/or unrelated images to break up the text.

Mr. Taibbi's blog is here. This includes some of his thoughts on the feedback he has gotten since the article appeared and his reply to Goldman Sach's indefensible defense of itself.

Anyway, without further ado, here is the full article by Matt Taibbi ...

Enjoy. And Happy 4th of July, America, on your 233rd birthday.

--Regulus

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This article appeared in Rolling Stone magazine, Issue 1082-1083, July 2, 2009 (online edition) and July 9 – 23, 2009 (print edition)

The Great American Bubble Machine

From tech stocks to high gas prices, Goldman Sachs has engineered every major market manipulation since the Great Depression - and they're about to do it again

By MATT TAIBBI

The first thing you need to know about Goldman Sachs is that it's everywhere. The world's most powerful investment bank is a great vampire squid wrapped around the face of humanity, relentlessly jamming its blood funnel into anything that smells like money. In fact, the history of the recent financial crisis, which doubles as a history of the rapid decline and fall of the suddenly swindled-dry American empire, reads like a Who's Who of Goldman Sachs graduates.

By now, most of us know the major players. As George Bush's last Treasury secretary, former Goldman CEO Henry Paulson was the architect of the bailout, a suspiciously self-serving plan to funnel trillions of Your Dollars to a handful of his old friends on Wall Street. Robert Rubin, Bill Clinton's former Treasury secretary, spent 26 years at Goldman before becoming chairman of Citigroup - which in turn got a $300 billion taxpayer bailout from Paulson. There's John Thain, the asshole chief of Merrill Lynch who bought an $87,000 area rug for his office as his company was imploding; a former Goldman banker, Thain enjoyed a multibillion-dollar handout from Paulson, who used billions in taxpayer funds to help Bank of America rescue Thain's sorry company. And Robert Steel, the former Goldmanite head of Wachovia, scored himself and his fellow executives $225 million in golden parachute payments as his bank was self-destructing. There's Joshua Bolten, Bush's chief of staff during the bailout, and Mark Patterson, the current Treasury chief of staff, who was a Goldman lobbyist just a year ago, and Ed Liddy, the former Goldman director whom Paulson put in charge of bailed-out insurance giant AIG, which forked over $13 billion to Goldman after Liddy came on board. The heads of the Canadian and Italian national banks are Goldman alums, as is the head of the World Bank, the head of the New York Stock Exchange, the last two heads of the Federal Reserve Bank of New York - which, incidentally, is now in charge of overseeing Goldman - not to mention ...

But then, any attempt to construct a narrative around all the former Goldmanites in influential positions quickly becomes an absurd and pointless exercise, like trying to make a list of everything. What you need to know is the big picture: If America is circling the drain, Goldman Sachs has found a way to be that drain - an extremely unfortunate loophole in the system of Western democratic capitalism, which never foresaw that in a society governed passively by free markets and free elections, organized greed always defeats disorganized democracy.

The bank's unprecedented reach and power have enabled it to turn all of America into a giant pump-and-dump scam, manipulating whole economic sectors for years at a time, moving the dice game as this or that market collapses, and all the time gorging itself on the unseen costs that are breaking families everywhere - high gas prices, rising consumer-credit rates, half-eaten pension funds, mass layoffs, future taxes to pay off bailouts. All that money that you're losing, it's going somewhere, and in both a literal and a figurative sense, Goldman Sachs is where it's going: The bank is a huge, highly sophisticated engine for converting the useful, deployed wealth of society into the least useful, most wasteful and insoluble substance on Earth - pure profit for rich individuals.

They achieve this using the same playbook over and over again. The formula is relatively simple: Goldman positions itself in the middle of a speculative bubble, selling investments they know are crap. Then they hoover up vast sums from the middle and lower floors of society with the aid of a crippled and corrupt state that allows it to rewrite the rules in exchange for the relative pennies the bank throws at political patronage. Finally, when it all goes bust, leaving millions of ordinary citizens broke and starving, they begin the entire process over again, riding in to rescue us all by lending us back our own money at interest, selling themselves as men above greed, just a bunch of really smart guys keeping the wheels greased. They've been pulling this same stunt over and over since the 1920s - and now they're preparing to do it again, creating what may be the biggest and most audacious bubble yet.

If you want to understand how we got into this financial crisis, you have to first understand where all the money went – and in order to understand that, you have to understand why Goldman has already gotten away with. It is a history exactly five bubbles long – including last year’s strange and seemingly inexplicable spike in the price of oil. There were a lot of losers in each of those bubbles, and in the bailout that followed. But Goldman wasn’t one of them.

IF AMERICA IS NOW CIRCLING THE DRAIN, GOLDMAN SACHS HAS FOUND A WAY TO BE THAT DRAIN.

BUBBLE #1 - THE GREAT DEPRESSION

Goldman wasn't always a too-big-to-fail Wall Street behemoth, the ruthless face of kill-or-be-killed capitalism on steroids - just almost always. The bank was actually founded in 1869 by a German immigrant named Marcus Goldman, who built it up with his son-in-law Samuel Sachs. They were pioneers in the use of commercial paper, which is just a fancy way of saying they made money lending out short-term IOUs to small-time vendors in downtown Manhattan.

You can probably guess the basic plotline of Goldman's first 100 years in business: plucky, immigrant-led investment bank beats the odds, pulls itself up by its bootstraps, makes shitloads of money. In that ancient history there's really only one episode that bears scrutiny now, in light of more recent events: Goldman's disastrous foray into the speculative mania of pre-crash Wall Street in the late 1920s.

This great Hindenburg of financial history has a few features that might sound familiar. Back then, the main financial tool used to bilk investors was called an "investment trust." Similar to modern mutual funds, the trusts took the cash of investors large and small and (theoretically, at least) invested it in a smorgasbord of Wall Street securities, though the securities and amounts were often kept hidden from the public. So a regular guy could invest $10 or $100 in a trust and feel like he was a big player. Much as in the 1990s, when new vehicles like day trading and e-trading attracted reams of new suckers from the sticks who wanted to feel like big shots, investment trusts roped a new generation of regular-guy investors into the speculation game.

Beginning a pattern that would repeat itself over and over again, Goldman got into the investment-trust game late, then jumped in with both feet and went hog-wild. The first effort was the Goldman Sachs Trading Corporation; the bank issued a million shares at $100 apiece, bought all those shares with its own money and then sold 90 percent of them to the hungry public at $104. The trading corporation then relentlessly bought shares in itself, bidding the price up further and further. Eventually it dumped part of its holdings and sponsored a new trust, the Shenandoah Corporation, issuing millions more in shares in that fund - which in turn sponsored yet another trust called the Blue Ridge Corporation. In this way, each investment trust served as a front for an endless investment pyramid: Goldman hiding behind Goldman hiding behind Goldman. Of the 7,250,000 initial shares of Blue Ridge, 6,250,000 were actually owned by Shenandoah - which, of course, was in large part owned by Goldman Trading.

The end result (ask yourself if this sounds familiar) was a daisy chain of borrowed money, one exquisitely vulnerable to a decline in performance anywhere along the line. The basic idea isn’t hard to follow. You take a dollar and borrow nine against it; then you take that $10 fund and borrow $90; then you take your $100 fund and, so long as the public is still lending, borrow and invest $900. If the last fund in the line starts to lose value, you no longer have the money to pay back your investors, and everyone gets massacred.

In a chapter from The Great Crash, 1929 entitled “In Goldman Sachs We Trust,” the famed economist John Kenneth Galbraith help up the Blue Ridge and Shenandoah trusts as classic examples of the insanity of leverage-based investment. The trusts, he wrote, were a major cause of the market’s historic crash; in today’s dollars, the losses the bank suffered totaled $475 billion. “It is difficult not to marvel at the imagination which was implicit in this gargantuan insanity,” Galbraith observed, sounding like Keith Olbermann in an ascot. "If there must be madness, something may be said for having it on a heroic scale."

BUBBLE #2 - TECH STOCKS

Fast-Forward about 65 years. Goldman not only survived the crash that wiped out so many of the investors it duped, it went on to become the chief underwriter to the country's wealthiest and most powerful corporations. Thanks to Sidney Weinberg, who rose from the rank of janitor's assistant to head the firm, Goldman became the pioneer of the initial public offering, one of the principal and most lucrative means by which companies raise money. During the 1970s and 1980s, Goldman may not have been the planet-eating Death Star of political influence it is today, but it was a top-drawer firm that had a reputation for attracting the very smartest talent on the Street.

It also, oddly enough, had a reputation for relatively solid ethics and a patient approach to investment that shunned the fast buck; its executives were trained to adopt the firm's mantra, "long-term greedy." One former Goldman banker who left the firm in the early Nineties recalls seeing his superiors give up a very profitable deal on the grounds that it was a long-term loser. "We gave back money to 'grownup' corporate clients who had made bad deals with us," he says. "Everything we did was legal and fair - but 'long-term greedy' said we didn't want to make such a profit at the clients' collective expense that we spoiled the marketplace."

But then, something happened. It's hard to say what it was exactly; it might have been the fact that Goldman's co-chairman in the early Nineties, Robert Rubin, followed Bill Clinton to the White House, where he directed the National Economic Council and eventually became Treasury secretary. While the American media fell in love with the story of a pair of baby-boomer, Sixties-child, Fleetwood Mac yuppies nesting in the White House, it also nursed an undisguised crush on Rubin, who was hyped as without a doubt the smartest person ever to walk the face of the Earth, with Newton, Einstein, Mozart, and Kant running far behind.

Rubin was the prototypical Goldman banker. He was probably born in a $4,000 suit, he had a face that seemed permanently frozen just short of an apology for being so much smarter than you, and he exuded a Spock-like, emotion-neutral exterior; the only human feeling you could imagine him experiencing was a nightmare about being forced to fly coach. It became almost a national cliché that whatever Rubin thought was best for the economy - a phenomenon that reached its apex in 1999, when Rubin appeared on the cover of Time with his Treasury deputy, Larry Summers, and Fed chief Alan Greenspan under the headline THE COMMITTEE TO SAVE THE WORLD. And "what Rubin thought," mostly, was that the American economy, and in particular the financial markets, were over-regulated and needed to be set free. During his tenure at Treasury, the Clinton White House made a series of moves that would have drastic consequences for the global economy – beginning with Rubin’s complete and total failure to regulate his old firm during its first mad dash for obscene short-term profits.

The basic scam in the Internet Age is pretty easy even for the financially illiterate to grasp. Companies that weren't much more than pot-fueled ideas scrawled on napkins by up-too-late bong-smokers were taken public via IPOs, hyped in the media and sold to the public for megamillions. It was as if banks like Goldman were wrapping ribbons around watermelons, tossing them out 50-story windows and opening the phones for bids. In this game you were a winner only if you took your money out before the melon hit the pavement.

It sounds obvious now, but what the average investor didn't know at the time was that the banks had changed the rules of the game, making the deals look better than they actually were. They did this by setting up what was, in reality, a two-tiered investment system - one for the insiders who knew the real numbers, and another for the lay investor who was invited to chase soaring prices the banks themselves knew were irrational. While Goldman's later pattern would be to capitalize on changes in the regulatory environment, its key innovation in the Internet years was to abandon its own industry's standards of quality control.

"Since the Depression, there were strict underwriting guidelines that Wall Street adhered to when taking a company public," says one prominent hedge-fund manager. "The company had to be in business for a minimum of five years, and it had to show profitability for three consecutive years. But Wall Street took these guidelines and threw them in the trash." Goldman completed the snow job by pumping up the sham stocks: "Their analysts were out there saying Bullshit.com is worth $100 a share."

The problem was, nobody told investors that the rules had changed. "Everyone on the inside knew," the manager says. "Bob Rubin sure as hell knew what the underwriting standards were. They'd been intact since the 1930s."

Jay Ritter, a professor of finance at the University of Florida who specializes in IPOs, says banks like Goldman knew full well that many of the public offerings they were touting would never make a dime. "In the early Eighties, the major underwriters insisted on three years of profitability. Then it was one year, then it was a quarter. By the time of the Internet bubble, they were not even requiring profitability in the foreseeable future."

Goldman has denied that it changed its underwriting standards during the Internet years, but its own statistics belie the claim. Just as it did with the investment trust in the 1920s, Goldman started slow and finished crazy in the Internet years. After it took a little-known company with weak financials called Yahoo! public in 1996, once the tech boom had already begun, Goldman quickly became the IPO king of the Internet era. Of the 24 companies it took public in 1997, a third were losing money at the time of the IPO. In 1999, at the height of the boom, it took 47 companies public, including stillborns like Webvan and eToys, investment offerings that were in many ways the modern equivalents of Blue Ridge and Shenandoah. The following year, it underwrote 18 companies in the first four months, 14 of which were money losers at the time. As a leading underwriter of Internet stocks during the boom, Goldman provided profits far more volatile than those of its competitors: In 1999, the average Goldman IPO leapt 281 percent above its offering price, compared to the Wall Street average of 181 percent.

How did Goldman achieve such extraordinary results? One answer is that they used a practice called "laddering," which is just a fancy way of saying they manipulated the share price of new offerings. Here's how it works: Say you're Goldman Sachs, and Bullshit.com comes to you and asks you to take their company public. You agree on the usual terms: You'll price the stock, determine how many shares should be released and take the Bullshit.com CEO on a "road show" to schmooze investors, all in exchange for a substantial fee (typically six to seven percent of the amount raised). You then promise your best clients the right to buy big chunks of the IPO at the low offering price - let's say Bullshit.com's starting share price is $15 - in exchange for a promise that they will buy more shares later on the open market. That seemingly simple demand gives you inside knowledge of the IPO's future, knowledge that wasn't disclosed to the day-trader schmucks who only had the prospectus to go by: You know that certain of your clients who bought X amount of shares at $15 are also going to buy Y more shares at $20 or $25, virtually guaranteeing that the price is going to go to $25 and beyond. In this way, Goldman could artificially jack up the new company's price, which of course was to the bank's benefit - a six percent fee of a $500 million IPO is serious money.

Goldman was repeatedly sued by shareholders for engaging in laddering in a variety of Internet IPOs, including Webvan and NetZero. The deceptive practices also caught the attention of Nichol as Maier, the syndicate manager of Cramer & Co., the hedge fund run at the time by the now-famous chattering television asshole Jim Cramer, himself a Goldman alum. Maier told the SEC while working for Cramer between 1996 and 1998, he was repeated forced to engage in laddering practices during IPO deals with Goldman.

"Goldman, from what I witnessed, they were the worst perpetrator," Maier said. "They totally fueled the bubble. And it's specifically that kind of behavior that has caused the market crash. They built these stocks upon an illegal foundation - manipulated up - and ultimately, it really was the small person who ended up buying in." In 2005, Goldman agreed to pay $40 million for its laddering violations - a puny penalty relative to the enormous profits it made. (Goldman, which has denied wrongdoing in all of the cases it has settled, refused to respond to questions for this story.)

Another practice Goldman engaged in during the Internet boom was "spinning," better known as bribery. Here the investment bank would offer the executives of the newly public company shares at extra-low prices, in exchange for future underwriting business. Banks that engaged in spinning would then undervalue the initial offering price - ensuring that those "hot" opening price shares it had handed out to insiders would be more likely to rise quickly, supplying bigger first-day rewards for the chosen few. So instead of Bullshit.com opening at $20, the bank would approach the Bullshit.com CEO and offer him a million shares of his own company at $18 in exchange for future business - effectively robbing all of Bullshit's new shareholders by diverting cash that should have gone to the company's bottom line into the private bank account of the company's CEO.

In one case, Goldman allegedly gave a multimillion-dollar special offering to eBay CEO Meg Whitman, who later joined Goldman’s board, in exchange for future i-banking business. According to a report by the House Financial Services Committee in 2002, Goldman gave special stock offerings to executives in 21 companies it took public, including Yahoo! co-founder Jerry Yang and two of the great slithering villains of the financial-scandal age – Tyco's Dennis Kozlowski and Enron’s Key Lay. Goldman angrily denounced the report as "an egregious distortion of the facts" – shortly before paying $110 million to settle an investigation into spinning and other manipulations launched by New York state regulators. "The spinning of hot IPO shares was not a harmless corporate perk,” then-attorney general Eliot Spitzer said at the time. "Instead, it was an integral part of a fraudulent scheme to win new investment-banking business."

Such practices conspired to turn the Internet bubble into one of the greatest financial disasters in world history: Some $5 trillion of wealth was wiped out on the NASDAQ alone. But the real problem wasn't the money that was lost by shareholders, it was the money gained by investment bankers, who received hefty bonuses for tampering with the market. Instead of teaching Wall Street a lesson that bubbles always deflate, the Internet years demonstrated to bankers that in the age of freely flowing capital and publicly owned financial companies, bubbles are incredibly easy to inflate, and individual bonuses are actually bigger when the mania and the irrationality are greater.

GOLDMAN SCAMMED HOUSING INVESTORS BY BETTING AGAINST ITS OWN CRAPPY MORTGAGES.

Nowhere was this truer than at Goldman. Between 1999 and 2002, the firm paid out $28.5 billion in compensation and benefits - an average of roughly $350,000 a year per employee. Those numbers are important because the key legacy of the Internet boom is that the economy is now driven in large part by the pursuit of the enormous salaries and bonuses that such bubbles make possible. Goldman's mantra of "long-term greedy" vanished into thin air as the game became about getting your check before the melon hit the pavement.

The market was no longer a rationally managed place to grow real, profitable businesses: It was a huge ocean of Someone Else's Money where bankers hauled in vast sums through whatever means necessary and tried to convert that money into bonuses and payouts as quickly as possible. If you laddered and spun 50 Internet IPOs that went bust within a year, so what? By the time the Securities and Exchange Commission got around to fining your firm $110 million, the yacht you bought with your IPO bonuses was already six years old. Besides, you were probably out of Goldman by then, running the U.S. Treasury or maybe the state of New Jersey. (One of the truly comic moments in the history of America's recent financial collapse came when Gov. Jon Corzine of New Jersey, who ran Goldman from 1994 to 1999 and left with $320 million in IPO-fattened stock, insisted in 2002 that "I've never even heard the term 'laddering' before.")

For a bank that paid out $7 billion a year in salaries, $110 million fines issued half a decade late were something far less than a deterrent - they were a joke. Once the Internet bubble burst, Goldman had no incentive to reassess its new, profit-driven strategy; it just searched around for another bubble to inflate. As it turns out, it had one ready, thanks in large part to Rubin.

BUBBLE #3 - THE HOUSING CRAZE

Goldman's role in the sweeping disaster that was the housing bubble is not hard to trace. Here again, the basic trick was a decline in underwriting standards, although in this case the standards weren't in IPOs but in mortgages. By now almost everyone knows that for decades mortgage dealers insisted that home buyers be able to produce a down payment of 10 percent or more, show a steady income and good credit rating, and possess a real first and last name. Then, at the dawn of the new millennium, they suddenly threw all that shit out the window and started writing mortgages on the backs of napkins to cocktail waitresses and ex-cons carrying five bucks and a Snickers bar.

None of that would have been possible without investment bankers like Goldman, who created vehicles to package those lovely mortgages and sell them en masse to unsuspecting insurance companies and pension funds. This created a mass market for toxic debt that would never have existed before; in the old days, no bank would have wanted to keep some addict ex-con's mortgage on its books, knowing how likely it was to fail. You can't write these mortgages, in other words, unless you can sell them to someone who doesn't know what they are.

Goldman used two methods to hide the mess they were selling. First, they bundled hundreds of different mortgages into instruments called Collateralized Debt Obligations. Then they sold investors on the idea that, because a bunch of those mortgages would turn out to be OK, there was no reason to worry so much about the lovely ones: The CDO, as a whole, was sound. Thus, junk-rated mortgages were turned into AAA-rated investments. Second, to hedge its own bets, Goldman got companies like AIG to provide insurance - known as credit-default swaps - on the CDOs. The swaps were essentially a racetrack bet between AIG and Goldman: Goldman is betting the ex-cons will default, AIG is betting they won't.

There was only one problem with the deals: All of the wheeling and dealing represented exactly the kind of dangerous speculation that federal regulators are supposed to rein in. Derivatives like CDOs and credit swaps had already caused a series of serious financial calamities: Procter & Gamble and Gibson Greetings both lost fortunes, and Orange County, California, was forced to default in 1994. A report that year by the Government Accountability Office recommended that such financial instruments be tightly regulated - and in 1998, the head of the Commodity Futures Trading Commission, a woman named Brooksley Born, agreed. That May, she circulated a letter to business leaders and the Clinton administration suggesting that banks be required to provide greater disclosure in derivatives trades, and maintain reserves to cushion against losses.

More regulation wasn't exactly what Goldman had in mind. "The banks go crazy – they want it stopped," says Michael Greenberger, who worked for Born as director of trading and markets at the CFTC and is now a law professor at the University of Maryland. "Greenspan, Summers, Rubin and [SEC chief Arthur] Levitt want it stopped."

Clinton's reigning economic foursome - "especially Rubin," according to Greenberger - called Born in for a meeting and pleaded their case. She refused to back down, however, and continued to push for more regulation of the derivatives. Then, in June 1998, Rubin went public to denounce her move, eventually recommending that Congress strip the CFTC of its regulatory authority. In 2000, on its last day in session, Congress passed the now-notorious Commodity Futures Modernization Act, which had been inserted into an 1l,000-page spending bill at the last minute, with almost no debate on the floor of the Senate. Banks were now free to trade default swaps with impunity.

But the story didn't end there. AIG, a major purveyor of default swaps, approached the New York State Insurance Department in 2000 and asked whether default swaps would be regulated as insurance. At the time, the office was run by one Neil Levin, a former Goldman vice president, who decided against regulating the swaps. Now freed to underwrite as many housing-based securities and buy as much credit-default protection as it wanted, Goldman went berserk with lending lust. By the peak of the housing boom in 2006, Goldman was underwriting $76.5 billion worth of mortgage-backed securities - a third of which were subprime - much of it to institutional investors like pensions and insurance companies. And in these massive issues of real estate were vast swamps of crap.

Take one $494 million issue that year, GSAMP Trust 2006-S3. Many of the mortgages belonged to second-mortgage borrowers, and the average equity they had in their homes was 0.71 percent. Moreover, 58 percent of the loans included little or no documentation - no names of the borrowers, no addresses of the homes, just zip codes. Yet both of the major ratings agencies, Moody's and Standard & Poor's, rated 93 percent of the issue as investment grade. Moody's projected that less than 10 percent of the loans would default. In reality, 18 percent of the mortgages were in default within 18 months.

Not that Goldman was personally at any risk. The bank might be taking all these hideous, completely irresponsible mortgages from beneath-gangster-status firms like Countrywide and selling them off to municipalities and pensioners - old people, for God's sake - pretending the whole time that it wasn't grade-D horseshit. But even as it was doing so, it was taking short positions in the same market, in essence betting against the same crap it was selling. Even worse, Goldman bragged about it in public. "The mortgage sector continues to be challenged," David Viniar, the bank's chief financial officer, boasted in 2007. "As a result, we took significant markdowns on our long inventory positions .... However, our risk bias in that market was to be short, and that net short position was profitable." In other words, the mortgages it was selling were for chumps. The real money was in betting against those same mortgages.

"That's how audacious these assholes are," says one hedge-fund manager. "At least with other banks, you could say that they were just dumb - they believed what they were selling, and it blew them up. Goldman knew what it was doing."

I ask the manager how it could be that selling something to customers that you're actually betting against - particularly when you know more about the weaknesses of those products than the customer - doesn't amount to securities fraud.

"It's exactly securities fraud," he says. "It's the heart of securities fraud."

Eventually, lots of aggrieved investors agreed. In a virtual repeat of the Internet IPO craze, Goldman was hit with a wave of lawsuits after the collapse of the housing bubble, many of which accused the bank of withholding pertinent information about the quality of the mortgages it issued. .... But once again, Goldman got off virtually scot-free, staving off prosecution by agreeing to pay a paltry $60 million - about what the bank's CDO division made in a day and a half during the real estate boom.

The effects of the housing bubble are well known - it led more or less directly to the collapse of Bear Stearns, Lehman Brothers and AIG, whose toxic portfolio of credit swaps was in significant part composed of the insurance that banks like Goldman bought against their own housing portfolios. In fact, at least $13 billion of the taxpayer money given to AIG in the bailout ultimately went to Goldman, meaning that the bank made out on the housing bubble twice: It hosed the investors who bought their horseshit CDOs by betting against its own crappy product, then it turned around and hosed the taxpayer by making him payoff those same bets.

And once again, while the world was crashing down all around the bank, Goldman made sure it was doing just fine in the compensation department. In 2006, the firm's payroll jumped to $16.5 billion - an average of $622,000 per employee. As a Goldman spokesman explained, "We work very hard here."

But the best was yet to come. While the collapse of the housing bubble sent most of the financial world fleeing for the exits, or to jail, Goldman boldly doubled down - and almost single-handedly created yet another bubble, one the world still barely knows the firm had anything to do with.

BUBBLE #4 - $4 A GALLON

By the beginning of 2008, the financial world was in turmoil. Wall Street had spent the past two and a half decades producing one scandal after another, which didn't leave much to sell that wasn't tainted. The terms junk bond, IPO, subprime mortgage and other once-hot financial fare were now firmly associated in the public's mind with scams; the terms credit swaps and CDOs were about to join them. The credit markets were in crisis, and the mantra that had sustained the fantasy economy throughout the Bush years - the notion that housing prices never go down - was now a fully exploded myth, leaving the Street clamoring for a new bullshit paradigm to sling.

Where to go? With the public reluctant to put money in anything that felt like a paper investment, the Street quietly moved the casino to the physical-commodities market - stuff you could touch: corn, coffee, cocoa, wheat and, above all, energy commodities, especially oil. In conjunction with a decline in the dollar, the credit crunch and the housing crash caused a "flight to commodities." Oil futures in particular skyrocketed, as the price of a single barrel went from around $60 in the middle of 2007 to a high of $147 in the summer of 2008.

That summer, as the presidential campaign heated up, the accepted explanation for why gasoline had hit $4.11 a gallon was that there was a problem with the world oil supply. In a classic example of how Republicans and Democrats respond to crises by engaging in fierce exchanges of moronic irrelevancies, John McCain insisted that ending the moratorium on offshore drilling would be "very helpful in the short term," while Barack Obama in typical liberal-arts yuppie style argued that federal investment in hybrid cars was the way out.

GOLDMAN TURNED A SLEEPY OIL MARKET INTO A GIANT BETTING PARLOR - SPIKING PRICES AT THE PUMP.

But it was all a lie. While the global supply of oil will eventually dry up, the short-term flow has actually been increasing. In the six months before prices spiked, according to the U.S. Energy Information Administration, the world oil supply rose from 85.24 million barrels a day to 85.72 million. Over the same period, world oil demand dropped from 86.82 million barrels a day to 86.07 million. Not only was the short-term supply of oil rising, the demand for it was falling - which, in classic economic terms, should have brought prices at the pump down.

So what caused the huge spike in oil prices? Take a wild guess. Obviously Goldman had help - there were other players in the physical-commodities market - but the root cause had almost everything to do with the behavior of a few powerful actors determined to turn the once-solid market into a speculative casino. Goldman did it by persuading pension funds and other large institutional investors to invest in oil futures - agreeing to buy oil at a certain price on a fixed date. The push transformed oil from a physical commodity, rigidly subject to supply and demand, into something to bet on, like a stock. Between 2003 and 2008, the amount of speculative money in commodities grew from $13 billion to $317 billion, an increase of 2,300 percent. By 2008, a barrel of oil was traded 27 times, on average, before it was actually delivered and consumed.

As is so often the case, there had been a Depression-era law in place designed specifically to prevent this sort of thing. The commodities market was designed in large part to help farmers. A grower concerned about future price drops could enter into a contract to sell his corn at a certain price for delivery later on, which made him worry less about building up stores of his crop. When no one was buying corn, the farmer could sell to a middleman known as a “traditional speculator,” who would store the grain and sell it later, when demand returned. That way, someone was always there to buy from the farmer, even when the market temporarily had no need for his crops.

In 1936, however, Congress recognized that there should never be more speculators in the market than real producers and consumers. If that happened, prices would be affected by something other than supply and demand, and price manipulations would ensue. A new law empowered the Commodity Futures Trading Commission - the very same body that would later try and fail to regulate credit swaps - to place limits on speculative trades in commodities. As a result of the CFTC's oversight, peace and harmony reigned in the commodities markets for more than 50 years.

All that changed in 1991 when, unbeknownst to almost everyone in the world, a Goldman-owned commodities-trading subsidiary called J. Aron wrote to the CFTC and made an unusual argument. Farmers with big stores of corn, Goldman argued, weren't the only ones who needed to hedge their risk against future price drops - Wall Street dealers who made big bets on oil prices also needed to hedge their risk, because, well, they stood to lose a lot too.

This was complete and utter crap - the 1936 law, remember, was specifically designed to maintain distinctions between people who were buying and selling real tangible stuff and people who were trading in paper alone. But the CFTC, amazingly, bought Goldman's argument. It issued the bank a free pass, called the "Bona Fide Hedging" exemption, allowing Goldman's subsidiary to call itself a physical hedger and escape virtually all limits placed on speculators. In the years that followed, the commission would quietly issue 14 similar exemptions to other companies.

Now Goldman and other banks were free to drive more investors into the commodities markets, enabling speculators to place increasingly big bets. That 1991 letter from Goldman more or less directly led to the oil bubble in 2008, when the number of speculators in the market - driven there by fear of the falling dollar and the housing crash - finally overwhelmed the real physical suppliers and consumers. By 2008, at least three quarters of the activity on the commodity exchanges was speculative, according to a congressional staffer who studied the numbers - and that's likely a conservative estimate. By the middle of last summer, despite rising supply and a drop in demand, we were paying $4 a gallon every time we pulled up to the pump.

What is even more amazing is that the letter to Goldman, along with most of the other trading exemptions, was handed out more or less in secret. "I was the head of the division of trading and markets, and Brooksley Born was the chair of the CFTC," says Greenberger, "and neither of us knew this letter was out there." In fact, the letters only came to light by accident. Last year, a staffer for the House Energy and Commerce Committee just happened to be at a briefing when officials from the CFTC made an offhand reference to the exemptions.

"I had been invited to a briefing the commission was holding on energy," the staffer recounts. "And suddenly in the middle of it, they start saying, 'Yeah, we've been issuing these letters for years now.' I raised my hand and said, 'Really? You issued a letter? Can I see it?' And they were like, 'Duh, duh.' So we went back and forth, and finally they said, 'We have to clear it with Goldman Sachs.' I'm like, 'What do you mean, you have to clear it with Goldman Sachs?'"

The CFTC cited a rule that prohibited it from releasing any information about a company’s current position in the market. But the staffer’s request was about a letter that had been issued 17 years earlier. It no longer had anything to do with Goldman’s current position. What’s more, Section 7 of the 1936 commodities law gives Congress the right to any information it wants from the commission. Still, in a classic example of how complete Goldman's capture of government is, the CFTC waited until it got clearance from the bank before it turned the letter over.

Armed with the semi-secret government exemption, Goldman had become the chief designer of a giant commodities betting parlor. Its Goldman Sachs Commodities Index - which tracks the prices of 24 major commodities but is overwhelmingly weighted toward oil - became the place where pension funds and insurance companies and other institutional investors could make massive long-term bets on commodity prices. Which was all well and good, except for a couple of things. One was that index speculators are mostly "long only" bettors, who seldom if ever take short positions - meaning they only bet on prices to rise. While this kind of behavior is good for a stock market, it's terrible for commodities, because it continually forces prices upward. "If index speculators took short positions as well as long ones, you'd see them pushing prices both up and down," says Michael Masters, a hedge-fund manager who has helped expose the role of investment banks in the manipulation of oil prices. "But they only push prices in one direction: up."

Complicating matters even further was the fact that Goldman itself was cheerleading with all its might for an increase in oil prices. In the beginning of 2008, Arjun Murti, a Goldman analyst, hailed as an "oracle of oil" by The New York Times, predicted a "super spike" in oil prices, forecasting a rise to $200 a barrel. At the time Goldman was heavily invested in oil through its commodities-trading subsidiary, J. Aron; it also owned a stake in a major oil refinery in Kansas, where it warehoused the crude it bought and sold. Even though the supply of oil was keeping pace with demand, Murti continually warned of disruptions to the world oil supply, going so far as to broadcast the fact that he owned two hybrid cars. High prices, the bank insisted, were somehow the fault of the piggish American consumer; in 2005, Goldman analysts insisted that we wouldn't know when oil prices would fall until we knew "when American consumers will stop buying gas-guzzling sport utility vehicles and instead seek fuel-efficient alternatives."

But it wasn't the consumption of real oil that was driving up prices - it was the trade in paper oil. By the summer of 2008, in fact, commodities speculators had bought and stockpiled enough oil futures to fill 1.1 billion barrels of crude, which meant that speculators owned more future oil on paper than there was real, physical oil stored in all of the country's commercial storage tanks and the Strategic Petroleum Reserve combined. It was a repeat of both the Internet craze and the housing bubble, when Wall Street jacked up present-day profits by selling suckers shares of a fictional fantasy future of endlessly rising prices.

In what was by now a painfully familiar pattern, the oil-commodities melon hit the pavement hard in the summer of 2008, causing a massive loss of wealth; crude prices plunged from $147 to $33. Once again the big losers were ordinary people. The pensioners whose funds invested in this crap got massacred: CalPERS, the California Public Employees' Retirement System, had $1.1 billion in commodities when the crash came. And the damage didn't just come from oil. Soaring food prices driven by the commodities bubble led to catastrophes across the planet, forcing an estimated 100 million people into hunger and sparking food riots throughout the Third World.

Now all prices are rising again: They shot up 20 percent in the month of May and have nearly doubled so far this year. Once again, the problem is not supply or demand. "The highest supply of oil in the last 20 years is now,” says Rep. Bart Stupak, a Democrat from Michigan who serves on the House energy committee. “Demand is at a 10-year low. And yet prices are up."

Asked why politicians continue to hard on things like drilling or hybrid cars, when supply and demand have nothing to do with the high prices, Stupak shakes his head. "I think they just don’t understand the problem very well," he says. "You can't explain it in 30 seconds, so politicians ignore it."


BUBBLE #5 - RIGGING THE BAILOUT


After the oil bubble collapsed last fall, there was no new bubble to keep things humming - this time, the money seems to be really gone, like worldwide-depression gone. So the financial safari has moved elsewhere, and the big game in the hunt has become the only remaining pool of dumb, unguarded capital left to feed upon: taxpayer money. Here, in the biggest bailout in history, is where Goldman Sachs really started to flex its muscle.

It began in September of last year, when then-Treasury secretary Paulson made a momentous series of decisions. Although he had already engineered a rescue of Bear Stearns a few months before and helped bail out quasi-private lenders Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, Paulson elected to let Lehman Brothers - one of Goldman's last real competitors - collapse without intervention. ("Goldman's superhero status was left intact," says market analyst Eric Salzman, "and an investment-banking competitor, Lehman, goes away.") The very next day, Paulson greenlighted a massive, $85 billion bailout of AIG, which promptly turned around and repaid $13 billion it owed to Goldman. Thanks to the rescue effort, the bank ended up getting paid in full for its bad bets: By contrast, retired auto workers awaiting the Chrysler bailout will be lucky to receive 50 cents for every dollar they are owed.

Immediately after the AIG bailout, Paulson announced his federal bailout for the financial industry, a $700 billion plan called the Troubled Asset Relief Program, and put a heretofore unknown 35-year-old Goldman banker named Neel Kashkari in charge of administering the funds. In order to qualify for bailout monies, Goldman announced that it would convert from an investment bank to a bankholding company, a move that allows it access not only to $10 billion in TARP funds, but to a whole galaxy of less conspicuous, publicly backed funding - most notably, lending from the discount window of the Federal Reserve. By the end of March, the Fed will have lent or guaranteed at least $8.7 trillion under a series of new bailout programs - and thanks to an obscure law allowing the Fed to block most congressional audits, both the amounts and the recipients of the monies remain almost entirely secret.

Converting to a bank-holding company has other benefits as well: Goldman's primary supervisor is now the New York Fed, whose chairman at the time of its announcement was Stephen Friedman, a former co-chairman of Goldman Sachs. Friedman was technically in violation of Federal Reserve policy by remaining on the board of Goldman even as he was supposedly regulating the bank; in order to rectify the problem, he applied for, and got, a conflict-of-interest waiver from the government. Friedman was also supposed to divest himself of his Goldman stock after Goldman became a bank-holding company, but thanks to the waiver, he was allowed to go out and buy 52,000 additional shares in his old bank, leaving him $3 million richer. Friedman stepped down in May, but the man now in charge of supervising Goldman - New York Fed president William Dudley - is yet another former Goldmanite.

The collective message of all this - the AIG bailout, the swift approval for its bank-holding conversion, the TARP funds - is that when it comes to Goldman Sachs, there isn't a free market at all. The government might let other players on the market die, but it simply will not allow Goldman to fail under any circumstances. Its edge in the market has suddenly become an open declaration of supreme privilege. "In the past it was an implicit advantage," says Simon Johnson, an economics professor at MIT and former official at the International Monetary Fund, who compares the bailout to the crony capitalism he has seen in Third World countries. "Now it's more of an explicit advantage."

Once the bailouts were in place, Goldman went right back to business as usual, dreaming up impossibly convoluted schemes to pick the American carcass clean of its loose capital. One of its first moves in the post-bailout era was to quietly push forward the calendar it uses to report its earnings, essentially wiping December 2008 – with its $1.3 billion in pretax losses – off the books. At the same time, the bank announced a highly suspicious $1.8 billion profit for the first quarter of 2009 – which apparently included a large chunk of money funneled to it by taxpayers via the AIG bailout. "They cooked those first-quarter results six ways from Sunday," says one hedge-fund manager. "They hid the losses in the orphan month and called the bailout money profit."

Two more numbers stand out from that stunning first-quarter turnaround. The bank paid out an astonishing $4.7 billion in bonuses and compensation in the first three months of this year, an 18 percent increase over the first quarter of 2008. It also raised $5 billion by issuing new shares almost immediately after releasing its first-quarter results. Taken together, the numbers show that Goldman essentially borrowed a $5 billion salary payout for its executives in the middle of the global economic crisis it helped cause, using half-baked accounting to reel in investors, just months after receiving billions in taxpayer bailout.

Even more amazing, Goldman did it all right before the government announced the result of its new “stress test” for banks seeking to repay TARP money – suggesting that Goldman knew exactly what was coming. The government was trying to carefully orchestrate the repayments in an effort to prevent further trouble at banks that couldn’t pay back the money right away. But Goldman blew off those concerns, brazenly flaunting its insider status. “They seemed to know everything that they needed to do before the stress test came out, unlike everyone else, who had to wait until after,” says Michael Hecht, a managing director of JMP Securities. "The government came out and said, 'To pay back TARP, you have to issue debt of at least years that is not insured by FDIC – which Goldman Sachs had already done, a week or two before.'"

And here's the real punch line. After playing an intimate role in four historic bubble catastrophes, after helping $5 trillion in wealth disappear from the NASDAQ, after pawning off thousands of toxic mortgages on pensioners and cities, after helping to drive the price of gas up to $4 a gallon and to push 100 million people around the world into hunger, after securing tens of billions of taxpayer dollars through a series of bailouts overseen by its former CEO, what did Goldman Sachs give back to the people of the United States in 2008?

Fourteen million dollars.

That is what the firm paid in taxes in 2008, an effective tax rate of exactly one, read it, one percent. The bank paid out $10 billion in compensation and benefits that same year and made a profit of more than $2 billion - yet it paid the Treasury less than a third of what it forked over to CEO Lloyd Blankfein, who made $42.9 million last year.

How is this possible? According to Goldman's annual report, the low taxes are due in large part to changes in the bank's "geographic earnings mix." In other words, the bank moved its money around so that most of its earnings took place in foreign countries with low tax rates. Thanks to our completely fucked corporate tax system, companies like Goldman can ship their revenues offshore and defer taxes on those revenues indefinitely, even while they claim deductions upfront on that same untaxed income. This is why any corporation with an at least occasionally sober accountant can usually find a way to zero out its taxes. A GAO report, in fact, found that between 1998 and 2005, roughly two-thirds of all corporations operating in the U.S. paid no taxes at all.

This should be a pitchfork-level outrage - but somehow, when Goldman released its post-bailout tax profile, hardly anyone said a word. One of the few to remark on the obscenity was Rep. Lloyd Doggett, a Democrat from Texas who serves on the House Ways and Means Committee. "With the right hand out begging for bailout money," he said, "the left is hiding it offshore."

BUBBLE #6 - GLOBAL WARMING

Fast-Forward to today. It's early June in Washington, D.C. Barack Obama, a popular young politician whose leading private campaign donor was an investment bank called Goldman Sachs - its employees paid some $981,000 to his campaign - sits in the White House. Having seamlessly navigated the political minefield of the bailout era, Goldman is once again back to its old business, scouting out loopholes in a new government-created market with the aid of a new set of alumni occupying key government jobs.

AS ENVISIONED BY GOLDMAN, THE FIGHT TO STOP GLOBAL WARMING WILL BECOME A "CARBON MARKET" WORTH $1 TRILLION A YEAR.

Gone are Hank Paulson and Neel Kashkari; in their place are Treasury chief of staff Mark Patterson and CFTC chief Gary Gensler, both former Goldmanites. (Gensler was the firm's co-head of finance) And instead of credit derivatives or oil futures or mortgage-backed CDOs, the new game in town, the next bubble, is in carbon credits - a booming trillion-dollar market that barely even exists yet, but will if the Democratic Party that it gave $4,452,585 to in the last election manages to push into existence a groundbreaking new commodities bubble, disguised as an "environmental plan," called cap-and-trade.

The new carbon-credit market is a virtual repeat of the commodities-market casino that's been kind to Goldman, except it has one delicious new wrinkle: If the plan goes forward as expected, the rise in prices will be government-mandated. Goldman won't even have to rig the game. It will be rigged in advance.

Here's how it works: If the bill passes; there will be limits for coal plants, utilities, natural-gas distributors and numerous other industries on the amount of carbon emissions (a.k.a. greenhouse gases) they can produce per year. If the companies go over their allotment, they will be able to buy "allocations" or credits from other companies that have managed to produce fewer emissions. President Obama conservatively estimates that about $646 billions worth of carbon credits will be auctioned in the first seven years; one of his top economic aides speculates that the real number might be twice or even three times that amount.

The feature of this plan that has special appeal to speculators is that the "cap" on carbon will be continually lowered by the government, which means that carbon credits will become more and more scarce with each passing year. Which means that this is a brand-new commodities market where the main commodity to be traded is guaranteed to rise in price over time. The volume of this new market will be upwards of a trillion dollars annually; for comparison's sake, the annual combined revenues of an electricity suppliers in the U.S. total $320 billion.

Goldman wants this bill. The plan is (1) to get in on the ground floor of paradigm-shifting legislation, (2) make sure that they're the profit-making slice of that paradigm and (3) make sure the slice is a big slice. Goldman started pushing hard for cap-and-trade long ago, but things really ramped up last year when the firm spent $3.5 million to lobby climate issues. (One of their lobbyists at the time was none other than Patterson, now Treasury chief of staff.) Back in 2005, when Hank Paulson was chief of Goldman, he personally helped author the bank's environmental policy, a document that contains some surprising elements for a firm that in all other areas has been consistently opposed to any sort of government regulation. Paulson's report argued that "voluntary action alone cannot solve the climate-change problem." A few years later, the bank's carbon chief, Ken Newcombe, insisted that cap-and-trade alone won't be enough to fix the climate problem and called for further public investments in research and development. Which is convenient, considering that 'Goldman made early investments in wind power (it bought a subsidiary called Horizon Wind Energy), renewable diesel (it is an investor in a firm called Changing World Technologies) and solar power (it partnered with BP Solar), exactly the kind of deals that will prosper if the government forces energy producers to use cleaner energy. As Paulson said at the time, "We're not making those investments to lose money."

The bank owns a 10 percent stake in the Chicago Climate Exchange, where the carbon credits will be traded. Moreover, Goldman owns a minority stake in Blue Source LLC, a Utah-based firm that sells carbon credits of the type that will be in great demand if the bill passes. Nobel Prize winner Al Gore, who is intimately involved with the planning of cap-and-trade, started up a company called Generation Investment Management with three former bigwigs from Goldman Sachs Asset Management, David Blood, Mark Ferguson and Peter Harris. Their business? Investing in carbon offsets. There's also a $500 million Green Growth Fund set up by a Goldmanite to invest in green-tech ... the list goes on and on. Goldman is ahead of the headlines again, just waiting for someone to make it rain in the right spot. Will this market be bigger than the energy-futures market?

"Oh, it'll dwarf it," says a former staffer on the House energy committee.

Well, you might say, who cares? If cap-and-trade succeeds, won’t we all be saved from the catastrophe of global warming? Maybe – but cap-and-trade, as envisioned by Goldman, is really just a carbon tax structured so that private interests collect the revenues. Instead of simply imposing a fixed government levy on carbon pollution and forcing unclean energy producers to pay for the mess they make, cap-and-trade will allow a small tribe of greedy-as-hell Wall Street swine to turn yet another commodities market into a private tax-collection scheme. This is worse than the bailout: It allows the banks to seize taxpayer money before it’s even collected.

"If it's going to be a tax, I would prefer that Washington set the tax and collect it," says Michael Masters, the hedge fund director who spoke out against oil-futures speculation. "But we're saying that Wall Street can set the tax, and Wall Street can collect the tax. That's the last thing in the world I want. It's just asinine."

Cap-and-trade is going to happen. Or, if it doesn't, something like it will. The moral is the same as for all the other bubbles that Goldman helped create, from 1929 to 2009. In almost every case, the very same bank that behaved recklessly for years, weighing down the system with toxic loans and predatory debt, and accomplishing nothing but massive bonuses for a few bosses, has been rewarded with mountains of virtually free money and government guarantees - while the actual victims in this mess, ordinary taxpayers, are the ones paying for it.

Just sayin' ...

It's not always easy to accept the reality of what we now routinely allow these people to get away with; there's a kind of collective denial that kicks in when a country goes through what America has gone through lately, when a people lose as much prestige and status as we have in the past few years. You can't really register the fact that you're no longer a citizen of a thriving first-world democracy, that you're no longer above getting robbed in broad daylight, because like an amputee, you can still sort of feel things that are no longer there.

But this is it. This is the world we live in now. And in this world, some of us have to play by the rules, while others get a note from the principal excusing them from homework till the end of time, plus 10 billion free dollars in a paper bag to buy lunch. It's a gangster state, running on gangster economics, and even prices can't be trusted anymore; there are hidden taxes in every buck you pay. And maybe we can't stop it, but we should at least know where it's all going.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Early July Flu-Wracked -OR- Sick as a Dog Again

This is just a brief entry that I am starting at midnight exactly on Thursday, July 2, 2009 -- the point that many people mistakenly refer to as midnight the previous day ("midnight Wednesday").

Somehow I back to being sick as a dog again with an early summer flu. I don't know why. I'm under much stress and agony.

I think this sick dog cartoon is so cute.

I'm not There are things I want to write about, but I'm too tired, fevered and fatigued now.

Maybe I have H1N1 "swine" flu? Or maybe Dengue fever ...??


I am going to bitch over on my
Mr. Sirius blog because he is such a heartless and cruel soul, but I may not get around to writing that until tomorrow.

I'm too tired to write about anything right now. I'm just going to bed with my plush babies o' love ... 9 in all, including Flippo the Hippo, and my Sunshine Buddies. My fan is whirling away and the window a/c humming cool air into my dusty, wee efficiency.


I'd post some more pictures except my cellphone camera sucks.

The Fourth of July holiday weekend is almost here. Actually living in D.C. during this holiday is always a bit odd. But I have no plans of note.

--Regulus

Monday, June 29, 2009

Weekend Doings, Late June 2009


A tree growing along the Mount Vernon hiker-biker trail between the Potomac River and the George Washington Parkway, about 1.5 miles south of National Airport, 3:46PM EDT, June 28, 2009

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I'm home after a good weekend spent in social activities with my friends (described below) and even meeting a blogger friend of mine, except now I am feeling absolutely terrible with a prolonged Sunday night panic attack. I feel as though I am having an actual nervous breakdown. I need help. I'm also in a pretty deep depression.

Not only am I running out of money but more than that, I am having a mental breakdown. Even a good weekend with friends did not help and I am in a terrible Sunday night panic attack.

Black-eyed Susan flowers growing in a cluster on the UMCP campus, June 26, 2009

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I'm watching TV right now, flipping between a series of funny Married, With Children episodes on TV Land and the Discovery Channel, which is airing a nature documentary called Prehistoric New York that recreates with lots of computer graphics different geological epochs starting 12,000 years ago ...

... when Arctodus simus, the giant short-faced bear -- reconstructed here and shown to size comparison with a 5'11" adult human male -- and Castoroides ohioensis, the giant beaver, dominated the boreal forests of the mid-Atlantic region late ice age period.

It runs back to one billion years ago (long before any land life) when 30,000 foot mountains are believed to have existed as a result of the formation (called the Grenville orogeny) of the world's first super-continent, Rodinia ...

... pictured here as it may have looked. Bits of these mountains -- what may have been the world's tallest ever -- survive in what is known as the Hudson Highlands, although what is broadly referred to as the Appalachians formed later (220 to 480 million years ago) in multiple orogenies (no, not orgasms).

The program seeks to show the various extinct animals and eco-systems that existed where New York City is today going back as far as can be reconstructed.

Returning to Married With Children ...

It's the episode where Al and Steve are fearing hair loss and are using, among other products, Doctor Fur, a bogus hair tonic.

Steve: "Bad news, Al. Doctor Fur has been recalled. They determined it to be 100 percent dog food."

Screen shot of Married, With Children episode "The Bald and the Beautiful".

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Anyway, I had a nice weekend that included a big happy hour at Buffalo Billiards at Dupont Circle Friday night (and a t-storm rolled across D.C. that included some some pea to marble sized hail -- which, was also recorded at DCA officially, the third time hail has been recorded this month there).

On Saturday night there was a big dinner party at Phil and Stephanie's place in Adams Morgan.

Here are some pictures from the outdoor dinner party. There was a group of about 13 people there, including Phil, Stephanie, Gerry, LP, John D., Lacey, Aimee, Amie (that would be Quill), Gary, and David, who did the cooking. David's culinary abilities are second to nobody I know. I love when he cooks.

Gerry and LP are pictured here.

Today (Sunday) included a nice lunch with my one-time blogger friend, Hotlipz (not her real name, of course) in Old Town Alexandria. She contacted me on Saturday by text message as she was visiting friends in Fairfax. She lives near Richmond. We met at the Union Street Public House near the Potomac waterfront.

This is Hotlipz's blog avatar. She was doing a Greta Garbo imitation, I think.

I met Hotlipz originally on Mr. Sirius's old blog but then she became a regular reader of my original Arcturus blog (which no longer exists). She used to blog regularly but stopped a few years ago. Anyway, it was very nice meeting her and I really enjoyed it.

It also made me regret that I never met my late blogger buddy Bryan Haberstick. I hope some day to meet my blogger friend Rita in Oregon. I doubt I'll ever meet my Australian blogger buddy, Fifi.

Hotlipz knew all about the Mr. Sirius situation and which I write about on my blog about/to him.

As luck would have it, after lunch and while walking with her by the river, I met up with Chris T., who was biking the Mt. Vernon trail. After Hotlipz left, Chris and I walked up the trail -- or rather, he rode his bike in circles as I walked. We stopped at the Daingerfield Island marina just south of National Airport. I actually caught the Metro from National Airport. Tonight I met up with Gary and Chris T. again.

Me on a bed at Phil and Stephanie's house in Adams Morgan, around 1130PM, June 27, 2009. I drank too much, of course. Actually, everyone drank a lot (except Quill, who does not liquor at all).

Here Oliver sleeps next to Phil on the living room floor, 3:35AM EDT, June 28, 2009

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Changing topics ...

The now-concluded June 28, 2009 was the 40th anniversary of the Stonewall riots in New York City that started the modern gay liberation movement on June 28, 1969, although as I found out recently, the Compton Cafeteria riot in Aug. 1966 in San Francisco's Tenderloin District actually predated it by nearly 3 years -- and that involved transsexuals. The Wikipedia write up on the Stonewall riots is comprehensive.

This is a picture of the Stonewall Inn as it appeared in Sept. 1969 (just two months before I was born).

I still like the idea that gay icon Judy Garland's several death days earlier (June 22, 1969) contributed to the riot when the police raided the place one too many times (as was the custom back then), but it's probably just an gay urban myth.

I think that's all for now. I'm not going to be able to finish a 15 to 20 page report for that crummy contracting job I have, at least not by tomorrow. I am going to ask for a two day extension through Thur. morning.

A friendly cat on the sidewalk of Columbia Ave., College Park, Md., June 26, 2009

Oh, yes, I should mention that my laptop keyboard is falling apart -- the letter "T" and the numbers 4, 5, and 0 have come off, as did the F9 key, although I can still use the keyboard fully. I need a new one.

My next planned update will be around Wednesday or Thursday.

--Regulus

Thursday, June 25, 2009

"Sanford and Sin", Another WaHoPo Failure, and the Passing of Farrah Fawcett -- (UPDATED) and Michael Jackson

**UPDATED: Pop singer superstar Michael Jackson has died (see below).**

OK, this "Sanford and Sin" graphic that appeared on Rachel Maddow's show last night concerning the Gov. Mark Sanford story was hysterical.

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Just a quick entry ...

This has been pointed out by Josh Marshall on Talking Points Memo but the degree to which the mainstream whore-media bought the flimsy "Hiking the Appalachian Trail" excuses and lies from the office of loopy, love-struck, holier-than-though philandering Southern GOP politician South Carolina Gov. Mark Sanford while he was missing for five days on his secret trip to Buenos Aires, Argentina this past weekend is truly incredible.

Actually, in this post-Bush Age, it really isn't all that surprising.

The Gold -- no, the PLATINUM -- Medal goes to WaHoPo Style section writer Wil Haygood, whose article entitled "For the Gov, a Little 'Me Time'" that appeared in yesterday's print edition should go into the Media Whore Hall of Shame.

He even compared Sanford to Henry David Thoreau and his 19th Century wilderness jaunts. And all based on the shifting, flimsy lies from the "Gov's" press office. I had to do better than that when I was in journalism grad school.

Phew.

Naturally, the good Mr. Haygood, so ingrained in The WaHoPo's culture of sucking up to GOP power, will probably not even be phased by how stupid and compromised he looks. Idiot.

Naturally, as well, the Graham Family will view him as an invaluable asset. Once again, PLEASE Journalistic God(s), let The WaHoPo go bankrupt.

As for the bad Harlequin Romance novel-like emails that Gov. Sanford sent to his Argentine (Argentinian?) paramour Maria, it's remarkable he can't even spell "lightning":

"Three and finally, while all the things above are all too true — at the same time we are in a hopelessly — or as you put it impossible — or how about combine and simply say hopelessly impossible situation of love. How in the world this lightening strike snuck up on us I am still not quite sure."

I think I wrote this to Kristof -- or was it to Mr. Sirius once?? -- when I was drunk. (I think Mr. Sirius spells lightening like that, too.)

The emails -- which The (South Carolina) State had possession of since December 2008 but didn't verify and only published yesterday -- are available here.

Oh, yes, I'm not sure he'll actually resign -- huge hypocrite though that makes him in so many ways, plus the fact he is obviously a deeply troubled person a bit off his rocker. As it is, I'm sure the Protestant fundies who make up so much of the electorate in South Carolina will forgive him.

Lastly, as a gay man, I want to apologize that my existence and quest for basic civil rights, including marriage equality, caused the break-up of the good governor's marriage.

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On another topic, I note with sadness the passing away of television star and actress Farrah Fawcett at age 62 after a battle with cancer. The iconic 1970s-era blond sex symbol Ms. Fawcett is best remembered for her looks, The Poster (see below), and her role on the campy but enduring show Charlie's Angels.

This New York Times appraisal is a nice summary of Ms. Fawcett's efforts over the years.

Excerpt:

"Though, of course, it was her early work that kept her famous. Nobody in recent memory comes close to the giddy heights Farrah Fawcett reached in the mid-’70s with one season on 'Charlie’s Angels' and That Poster. The pinup of Ms. Fawcett in a red one-piece bathing suit, tanned, head tossed, body lithe yet curvy, was a revelation. She looked delicious but also a little carnivorous, her gleaming white teeth frozen in a friendly but slightly feral smile. That poster ended up on every teenage boy’s bedroom wall and in the annals of pop culture — Farrah was the face, body and hair of the 1970s."

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Michael Jackson Dead

Michael Jackson -- the global mega-super-pop star man-child of the 1980s - 1990s who, I think surpassed even Madonna in celebrity status, and thus is on par with Elvis Presley and the Beatles in their days, and who was as controversial and strange as he was talented -- has died. The cause of death appears to have been a heart attack or some kind of heart failure. He had been strenuously preparing for a "final" British concert comeback tour.

Here is the Los Angeles Times online version screen shot at the moment his death was announced. How weirdly ironic that Farrah Fawcett would die on the same day as Michael Jackson. (By the way, how sad is this, but I actually caught by reloading the page the moment that his Wikipedia article was updated after the L.A. Times confirmed he had died.)

I guess I always had a feeling Jackson would die relatively young, but it's still a real shocker. It seemed like he was doing better lately, the bulk of the weirdness behind him. Jackson was 50 years old.

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Lastly, unrelated, but since I have been getting so many hits the past two days (by "so many" I mean 31 yesterday and 40 so far today) from Google searches for the latest Matt Taibbi Rolling Stone articles "The Great American Bubble Machine" that is appearing in the July 9, 2009 print edition and is not yet freely available online.

Instead those folks (who aren't even coming to the front page) are instead getting the one entitled "The Big Takeover" from the March 19, 2009 that I posted on this blog on March 23, 2009 Regulus entry. I will post the whole article once I can find it online. (Rolling Stone refuses to make its content available online.)

Anyway, the new Taibbi article is available on the Zero Hedge blog here as a (scrollable) scanned file. Taibbi savages Goldman Sachs in a way only he can -- and that could cause The Washington Post to crap its dainty pants: "The world's most powerful investment bank is a great vampire squid wrapped around the face of humanity ..." and being at every financial bubble and crash since the Great Depression. He ends by saying we live in a "gangster state, running on gangster economics ..."

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That's all for now. I plan to update this blog over the weekend or early next week.

--Regulus

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

D.C. Train-and-Weather-Spotting

*Sigh*

Cumulus congestus clouds over the Washington, D.C., area, the 6PM - 7PM hour, June 22, 2009, as seen from the 1600 block of New Hampshire Ave., NW, looking toward the southwest (clouds over Fairfax Co., Va, about 15 miles away).

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I'm watching reruns of I Love Lucy on Hallmark Channel.

There have been some tremendous tropical-like cloud formations in the sky lately thanks to a cut-0ff upper level low off the Canadian Maritime provinces, although I think the rainy period is over. Boo.

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How are you doing, Kristof, baby doll?

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I'm not going to mention the horrific accident on the D.C. Metrorail Red Line the other day with 9 dead and 80 injured when a southbound train (#112) -- probably as a result of a computer failure-induced brake failure in one of the original 1000-series cars -- crashed into a stationary one (#214) (cars in the 3000 and 5000-series). The crumpled one on top in the photo may be car #1079, which I have undoubtedly been in numerous times in the past 16 years. Source here.

The accident was on the above-ground portion of the Red Line between Takoma Park and Ft. Totten stations. I have been on that line INNUMERABLE times. It was the worst accident in Metro's 33 year history and only the third one involving fatalities. The previous ones were in Jan. 1982 (3 dead) and Jan. 1996 (1 dead, the train operator).

Of note, those two previous ones occurred in a snowstorm -- and the 1982 one was directly related to the Air Florida crash. The weather was (first full day of summer) summery warm and fine on Monday.

Among the dead was a long - time train operator named Jeanice McMillan, 42, of Springfield, Va., who (understandably not expecting such a failure) did not pull the emergency brake fast enuf. (I'm sure I heard her voice over the years since there really aren't more than about 50 regular Metrorail train operators.)

Here is a quintessentially Washington Post kind of article after a "big" event that is all about the personalities involved, including Major General David F. Wherley, Jr., who was the head of the DC National Guard, and his wife.

Among the others killed was Ana Fernandez, a mother of six who worked as a cleaning lady (pictured here on the left).

It's not your typical WaHoPo Bush/GOP/neocon worship and warmongering.

I will say I was hoping a few more of my erstwhile Blogger Buddies (and readers) would make inquiries about my well-being, but, alas, it was not meant to be. Boo.

True, my mom -- pictured here long ago in Glen Burnie, Md., summer 1985 -- texted me (after no word for 3 months) in a "frantic" way asking me to contact her, but only because she watched too much TV, not because she really cared. I texted her back: "I'm not dead. Thanks for the concern." I have not since heard back from her. Oh, well.

UPDATED (for 6/24/2009): Yes, I did hear back from her and we talked Thur. afternoon for about 15 min. on the phone. in a pleasant enough conversation.

Did I ever mention her face (esp. from the nose up) reminds me of the Roseanne Arnold / Barr (circa 1988)?


And with that, Sweet Pea, I have to go to bed. G'night.

More interesting (but ultimately precipitation-less) cloud formations over Washington, D.C., 7:05PM EDT, June 22, 2009

--Regulus

Monday, June 22, 2009

A Screaming Riot and Oppression Then, Quiet Desperation and Neglect Now ...


Yours Truly, Regulus, outside the Washington National Cathedral on a very pleasant early evening at 7:11PM EDT, June 21, 2009 -- the first day of summer 2009.

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This entry -- a bit altered -- was written on my Mr. Sirius entry. It features a variety of pictures, including those took on walk today through Washington, D.C.'s nicer neighborhoods and two taken by Joe S. at the East Potomac Park golf course on Saturday. We had some heavy t-storms on Saturday that added to the surplus rainfall totals of the wet April - May - June we have been having.

The Washington National Cathedral, west side facing Wisconsin Ave., NW, 7:08PM EDT, June 21, 2009

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It was a solo walk since Gary was away and Chris T. was with a friend seeing the play Looped! here in D.C. starring Valeria Harper as the legendary Ms. Tallulah Bankhead. He and I met up later for dinner. And, of course, Kristof is away for the long term -- now in London at Imperial College.

This is a slightly different picture than the top one featuring me almost silhouetted on the sunny western side of the Washington National Cathedral, 7:11PM EDT, June 21, 2009

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My walk started in Friendship Heights, where I stopped for lunch I bought at the Giant and then talked to my dad to my dad and wished him a Happy Father's Day while seated in the Chevy Chase pavilion next to a fountain waterfall.

I then walked on a route into Spring Valley -- the above picture was taken at the corner of University Ave. and Quebec St., NW, at 6:03PM EDT, June 21, 2009 -- past those stunning houses in the 4800-4900 block of Glenbrook Rd., NW, I've talked about before. I did not take any pictures this time, though. Instead of walking through Battery Kemble park, though, I headed east to the National Cathedral and then south into Woodley Park and toward Dupont Circle, where I met Chris after his play was over and we had dinner.

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Before starting my regularly planned entry, let me say that I'm home on this Sunday night watching WETA, which is actually taking a break from the semi-permanent pledge drives that are now a characteristic of our American Public Broadcasting System (PBS) television. Instead it is showing the 2005 documentary Screaming Queens: The Riot.

It's about a riot in August 1966 at a place (long gone) in San Francisco's Tenderloin district called Gene Compton's Cafeteria. The show is about a protest of transgendered prostitutes in San Francisco in that long ago era fighting police harassment. Thereafter, the situation for them began to change, in part due to the unlikely help of a San Francisco Police Dept. Sergeant Elliott Blackstone, who is interviewed in this program (he died in Oct. 2006).

The Compton riot was the first known act of "collective" queer resistance to legal harassment in the United States, and it was actually three full years before the Stonewall riots of June 28, 1969 in New York City's Greenwich Village, a much better known defining event in the gay rights movement. The Wikipedia write up on the Stonewall riots is quite comprehensive and worth linking to.

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My regularly scheduled blog entry follows ...

A wonderfully symmetric anvil-head top to a distant thunderstorm (cumulonimbus cloud) ...

... as seen from East Potomac Park, Washington, D.C., around 3PM, June 20, 2009. This storm was about 60 miles south of D.C., somewhat south of Fredericksburg, Va. Joe sent me this picture (and one more below) that he took while playing golf in East Potomac Park.

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If nothing changes and I do not find meaningful work (by which I mean financially self-sustaining employment) in the next 60 days, then the following set of circumstances applies ...

*I have about $1,600 left to my name with another $640 basically guaranteed from work I already completed and another up to $850 that could come by mid July. Anyway, this money would carry me through to the end of August on rent. I am currently paid up until the end of July. As for daily expenses, I am currently good only until early August.

*I am on the verge of having up to four judgments from collection agencies taken against me for a combined $10,400, and that figure will rise on court costs and so forth. This debt came from what originally was $5,000 or so in purchases in 2005 and 2006, although those "purchases" were food and paying rent. The doubling is because of assorted fees, finance charges, middle men, and the general degenerate corporate whoredom that is America today.

This giant cumulonimbus cloud looks like a rotating supercell. It was probably located just east of the Chesapeake Bay over Talbot County about 50 miles away. This was also taken in East Potomac Park, Washington, D.C., around 3PM, June 20, 2009.

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*I have another $2400 in Macy's debt that I have defaulted on initially as a short term protest but now because I am running out of money. It started in May when, following years of being a loyal customer to them and, prior to that, to Hecht's (which Macy's bought out), back to 1994. I didn't even include Hecht's as a creditor in my 2002 bankruptcy. Anyway, I was always in good standing, paying the $50 in finance charges tacked onto the bill every month. But last month Macy's summarily decreased my credit limit to my balance. They did so as a result of a credit check that had nothing to do with them and when I asked they said too fucking bad. Well, fuck them. Macy's can stand in line with the rest of my creditors. By the time they get around to a judgment, I'll be able to do a bankruptcy.

A "secluded" bird bath with two stone sculptures of seated dogs among the flowers (and in-laid marble with names on it surrounding it, not visible in this image), 3600 block of Fordham Rd., NW, Washington, D.C., in the heart of Spring Valley.

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*I have no assets whatsoever except the above mentioned checking account, which could face a lien on it, so I have moved some of the money into an account in my dad's name. More generally, I have so little that there really isn't much the collection agencies can "get" from me. There is no regular wage to garnish. I actually have been very upfront and matter of fact with two of the collection agencies (and have not spoken to the other two yet). Whether it helps or not is beside the point but they know what they can realistically expect to get. In my case, I think this strategy of being cooperative actually works since there is so little for me to lose.

The houses at 3908 (right) and 3912 (left) Macomb St., NW, Washington, D.C., June 21, 2009

*I cannot do a chapter 7 bankruptcy until Aug. 2010 because I have to wait 8 years from my previous one.

*Any judgment or wage garnishment would look really bad for one of the jobs I am trying to get and it would probably nix any security clearance, at least above a certain level. As it is, I am probably not really clearable owing to a few issues in my past (no, nothing criminal, but still couple of dicey things).

Yours truly, Regulus, and Esau, who looks like a big, fluffy stuffed animal dog but he's a very real Akita. He belongs to one of Phil's sisters and lives in Glen Burnie (near where I used to live back in the early 1990s with my mother and Ray). Phil and Stephanie were watching Esau last month. This picture was taken by my friend LP at their place on Adams Mill Rd., NW, here in D.C.

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*I have approx. $200,000 in student loan debt that will also be coming due, and this is non-dischargeable in chapter 7, but the new law governing payments limits how much one has to pay (I believe it is 15 percent of gross monthly income, but I'm not sure on that).


The house at 4301 45th St., NW, Washington, D.C., June 21, 2009

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*A chapter 7 bankruptcy next year should take care of the judgments and any checking account liens and/or wage garnishments (assuming I have a wage to garnish).

*About my job search, I have had zero luck even as I have completed my third masters degree, owing to a combination of a bad economy and -- even more so -- my incredible LACK of any social networking connections to get me "in" anywhere. Additionally, things that should be strong points -- a white male with lots of education -- in fact are not helping me at all, esp. in the search for Federal work. The multiple masters degrees on my resume also look kind of weird.

*Applying for work my way -- sending in resumes and applications into the Giant Black Hole that is the internet -- is absurd and guaranteed failure. No one reads online applications. Ever. The game is all rigged.

*America is more often than not a nightmare country.

Mad Dogs or Canes Venatici (Hunting Dogs)??

Actually, just Esau and Oliver (left). Oliver is Phil and Stephanie's dog. This picture was taken by my friend LP in May 2009 but I'm not sure the day.

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*The reason I was able to do that South Florida vacation is because it was basically free: Spirit Airlines travel is ridiculously inexpensive if you are in their club (as my friend Gary is) and we stayed at his landlord's condo in Boca Raton. It just so happened in both trips there (the one in Feb. and the one this month), we had a friend who traveled with us and stayed in a hotel in Deerfield Beach, which served as a base of operations. As it is, I still haven't paid Gary the $100 I owe him for the airfare and part of the car rental. I am planning on giving him $120 in July.

Chris T. and myself taken in my wee efficiency here in D.C., May 2009 (not sure the date).

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*I cannot realistically live with my dad, even in Key West, even if I run out of money and have to give up my apt. in D.C. I do not know what I will do.

*I am exhausted and tired of how my life has turned out. I am almost debilitatingly depressed. I do not know what is going to happen in the next 3 to 6 months. I may just disappear from D.C. It really wouldn't matter. I cannot find a way here. While I have a few friends who might temporarily help me financially, in the long run, I am failing here and my situation is unsustainable. I am completely lost these days and I cannot find my way home.

The south side view of the Washington National Cathedral with the central Gloria In Excelsis Deo tower (I think that's what it is called) as seen outside Bishop's Garden, 7:32PM EDT, June 21, 2009.

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That's all for now. I guess my next entry will be in a few days. As for this week, I have two or three work assignments for my contracting job (one of which I did not finish last week). However, on Friday I reached a senior level NRC staffer who provided me an interview that I needed for one of the assignments.

Picture of a blue bird that LP sent me.

--Regulus

Friday, June 19, 2009

Thoughts of Mt. Damavand and one of my old-style political rants

Mount Damavand, the highest point in Iran, and one of the world's most prominent stratovolcanoes ...

... Mount Damavand is the highest peak in Iran and is located about 40 miles northeast of downtown Tehran. Mt. Damavand is 5,610 meters or 18,406 feet, the highest point in Iran and the 12th ranked globally in terms of 'prominence.' It is also physically a very beautiful mountain.

The arid climate of Iran actually changes rather abruptly heading north from there to the southern shores of the Caspian Sea.

Here is a Google terrain image of northern Iran with Mt. Damavand circled and Tehran in the lower left corner and the Caspian Sea at the top of the image. Note how much greener the terrain turns near the Caspian Sea.

My Russian friend Mike G. grew up in Baku, Azerbaijan, which is located on a strange kink in the Caspian Sea about 350 miles directly north-northwest of Tehran.

Here is an image of the very tip top of Mt. Damavand in Iran that I got off an interesting Web site called "Damavand Iran" linked here.

Yes, the current unrest in Tehran (but unrelated to it) also has me interested in some of the geographic and topographic features of Iran.

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TURNING to the political -- 'cuz I'm in a bitchy mood as I write this -- below is a YouTube clip worth watching. It features a journalist-commentator with OpenLeft.com gives some shitty Fox News troll "reporter" named Griff Jenkins, who likes to "ambush" people in that Fox Nazi News way -- a taste of his own medicine. Jenkins was waiting to ambush people in at ACORN meeting. It's brilliant.



Interestingly, this was filmed on 16th St., right near Scott Circle, which is located about midway (at M Street, NW) between the White House (which spans the area between E and H Streets, NW) and where I live by 16th and U St., NW. I wish I had known this was going on!

Also, our piece of crap local "newspaper of record," The Washington "Whore" Post, has decided to fire its only liberal blogger from its WashPost.com site, Dan Froomkin, because the Graham Family Evil Empire has its lips locked so tightly to the ass of the Bush Family Evil Empire, not to mention to the posteriors of the GOP/neocon war criminals.

If any paper deserves to go bankrupt, it is the war criminal - excusing WaHoPo, which now only exists to be a house organ for the forces of reactionary, Bush-loving intrigue, neocon warmongering, corporate whoredom, enslavement of the working class population (which, in America, is only too happy to be enslaved), and all-around-destruction of all life on this planet.

Its current publisher, Katharine Weymouth, niece of Don Graham, looks like she belongs in a trashy Daytona Beach, Fla., bar singing karaoke, not running the erstwhile "newspaper of record."

Dr. "Chuckles" War - Criminal Krauthammer; Fred Hiatt; Ben "I Love Ken Starr" Wittes; Sebastian Mallaby and the Council on Foreign Relations circle jerk crowd must be pleased, indeed.


As usual, Glenn Greenwald gets it right and right again and right a third time.

Also, read here as Pres. Obama and wussy Senate Democrats cave in on ANY meaningful health care reform again. Expect Cokie "The Bitch" Roberts and David "Meet the Whore" Gregory to be "impressed by this."

This whole health care "reform" effort is going to end up as some horse-and-bullshit multi-billion-dollar corporate tax giveaway that does NOTHING and is the EXACT OPPOSITE of what is so desperately needed. Also, the AMA is an organization of degenerate corporate whores.

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And if you want to see why former Sen. Tom "Puff" Daschle is also a piece of corporate shit, read here and here.

"Puff" Daddy Daschle DEFINES corporate whore-dom.

"Hey, that's not fair! My wife's a corporate whore, too!"

But at least Pres. Obama will give a good, but ultimately meaningless, speech. It's all so depressing. Oh, well. I personally never thought he was going to be a Christ like Savior.

--Regulus

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Capital Pride 2009; Masters Degree No. 3; and South Florida Vacation Photo-Finale

**I posted this around 4AM EDT, Monday, June 15, 2009**

Here is a picture of my friend Chris T., taken at 4:49PM EDT, June 14, 2009 at Dupont Circle here in Washington, D.C.. I have not actually posted a picture of him in a few months. Gary and I went to South Florida with Chris last week.

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Unless something noteworthy happens, this entry will probably be my last one until next Monday (June 22nd) or so because I have FOUR assignments -- with a value of $1050 -- due for my contracting job that are between this coming Tuesday and the morning of June 22nd, including a report of nearly 20 pages (for which I am to receive $600).

The trees in the 2000 block of Belmont Rd., NW, Washington, D.C., 6:39PM EDT, June 14, 2009

I know I'm underpaid, but these assignments should carry me financially into September, including August rent. I still need to find regular work.

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Dupont Circle fountain, Washington, D.C., 6:13PM EDT, June 14, 2009

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This entry will also discuss some other stuff, such as the fact that I have now received my actual degree for my Master of Public Policy. This would be my third masters degree I have completed, along with my undergraduate degree -- all from the Univ. of Maryland, College Park in what was a nearly 17-year, on-again, off-again sojourn. It also includes a tad of political commentary (from Bill Maher) and an old TV commercial jingle I've never forgotten.

This entry will also feature the bulk of my South Florida vacation pictures such as these coconut palms along the beach in Deerfield Beach, Fla., June 8, 2009.

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Capital Pride 2009 ...

First, though, I will talk a little bit about the Capital Pride 2009 event, which following the annual parade yesterday, culminated earlier today with the big street festival down on Pennsylvania Ave. The headliner performer is drag queen singer, actor, and all around impresario RuPaul. I never did make it down there.

Here is the view outside Cobalt yesterday evening (June 13, 2009) shortly before the parade began.

I have decided to refrain from any political commentary on the gay pride event or D.C.'s gay community.

A cute 20-something year old guy at Cobalt (no, he didn't know I was taking his picture, so I guess that makes me nearly 40 years old and creepy, not to mention fat).

Ironically, the other bar I go to -- Cobalt -- is the sister bar to his establishment with the same owner and management company. Yesterday, I drifted over to Cobalt around 630PM -- not planning to stay but before a $10 cover charge kicked in -- and ended up there for quite a number of hours. By late night, the place was in a sweaty, drunken frenzy with quite a diverse crowd of gay men, lesbians, straight girls, and who (and what) ever else was out at the 130AM hour.

As it was, I saw from an inside window -- see above picture -- part of what turned out to be a ridiculously long 2 hour parade that actually lasted into nightfall. Cobalt is at 17th and R Streets, NW, where the parade route made a sharp right turn south onto 17th St., NW.

I was there first with Gerry and Vincent, and then Chris T. I went home for about an hour to eat something and rest up and then went back out to Cobalt and later to Omega for a little while. I never did see LP this weekend. Boo.


As for going to the street fair event, I did not make it down there, partly because -- as weird as this sounds -- the weather was just too sunny, too bright, and way too warm to walk around there on the pavement of Pennsylvania Ave., NW, in full sunlight.

It has never been showery cloudy and cool, nor even thunder-stormy on the day of the event.


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Graduation Completion: Master's No. 3

So I have finished skool school with the completion of my Master of Public Policy and -- symbolically -- receiving the actual degree itself.

Here is a picture of the degree itself -- my THIRD and most very likely FINAL masters degree -- as I picked it up in the University of Maryland, College Park (UMCP) Diploma Office in the Mitchell Building on Friday, June 12, 2009.

I went to College Park on Friday, not thinking it would actually be ready but rather just wanting to check with the Registrar's Office that my graduation was in fact cleared. My degree was in a big pile of them that the lady working there retrieved. The two ladies and the assistant registrar in the office chatting -- things are slow on campus in the summertime -- thought this funny.

"Why not get a Ph.D.??", one asked while the other said as I left, "SEE YOU IN TWO YEARS OR SO!"

Here is a picture of the degree placed on the pedestal on which sits the 2000 pound bronze sculpture of the UMCP mascot "Testudo," a diamondback terrapin. This is one of several such Testudo sculptures located at various "important" points around campus. This is arguably the most prominent one, located outside the McKeldin Library.

Here they are: my FOUR degrees from UMCP, as placed on my little table with Flippo and my Sunshine Buddies holding down the undergraduate one because it had been curled up in a cardboard cylindrical tube since I got it in 1994. The four degrees starting upper left and running clockwise: my B.S. in physical science (awarded June 1994); my M.S. in meteorology (awarded Aug. 1997); my M.A. in journalism (awarded Aug. 2001); and my M.P.P. in public policy (awarded in May 2009). The shield or logo changed between the M.S. and the M.A. to the one presently used.

Yes, my cellphone camera sucks. I know that.

It is too bad my that blogger friend Fifi has disappeared from my blog -- she would certainly have had something insightful and poetic to say about all those degrees.

Alas, I think I wrote one too many negative entries (when did I ever pretend NOT to be that kind of person??) and she has disappeared.

Maybe it had something to do with our blogger buddy Bryan's death and what seems like my trivial and self-indulgent complaining.

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Anyway, thus ends -- probably for good -- what ended up a nearly 17-year long sojourn at the University of Maryland, College Park through an undergraduate and THREE masters programs resulting in four degrees, an unpayable amount of student loan debt (in excess of $240,000 and rising on interest), and still totally lost in this world.

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Political commentary ...

Here is Bill Maher's wonderfully insightful and funny criticism of Pres. Obama's political timidity and excessive concern with "being loved" and celebrity status. This is from his Friday, June 12, 2009 HBO show.



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Old, Silly 1980s TV Commercial Jingles ...

Before moving on to my South Florida pictures, I wanted to mention that the other day I had this silly TV commercial jingle for Coco Goya Piña Colada drink mix stuck in my head. It is a jingle I heard maaaaany years ago ... back in the early to mid-1980s in New Jersey in my teenage Jersey shore summer years.

The commercial for this Goya product that I am thinking of featured an old, sort of frumpy woman in a flowery dress who (if I'm remembering correctly) looked like (but probably was not) the late actress Hermione Baddeley, pictured to the left, who died in1 1986 and who in the 1970s played one of Maude Findlay's housekeepers on Maude.

She sings the jingle with a group of Muppet-like puppet characters in front of her joining in:

"Coco Goya (Piña) Colada is a lotta colada! / It's the cream of the cream of coconut/ Nothing but the cream of the cream of coconut!"

The lady then embraces the puppets and says to the camera, "THEY'RE ADOPTED!"

I couldn't find it on YouTube or elsewhere on the internets.

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South Florida vacation photo-finale!

The remainder of these pictures are from my South Florida trip to the Ft. Lauderdale area with Gary and Chris T., mostly, to Deerfield Beach, though there was a side trip (as in February when Gary and I did this same trip with LP).

June 6, 2009

Heading to the Spirit Airlines gate in faraway terminal A of Reagan Washington National Airport (DCA) to catch my flight to Ft. Lauderdale ...

... 3:44PM, EDT, June 6, 2009. This corridor is just part of the half mile long walkway between terminals A and B.

More inter-terminal passage ways at National Airport, 3:46PM EDT, June 6, 2009. This is a little used part of the airport. Along the walls on the right side are aerial pictures showing the history of National Airport back to its construction in the early 1940s.

Entering terminal A at DCA after having passed through security, June 6, 2009.

Take off from DCA: I had a right side window seat (an "F" seat) and we did an upriver takeoff, 5:46PM EDT, June 6, 2009. That's the Capitol building in the middle about 2 miles away. (Returning, we did a downriver landing, and I was seated on the left side in an "A" window seat, so I got a beautiful nighttime view of downtown D.C. Thus, I lucked out all four times since it is possible depending on the wind to do a downriver takeoff and upriver landing, in which case you don't get a view of downtown Washington.)

Seconds later, the view of the Washington Monument, Tidal Basin, the Jefferson Memorial, and one of the spans of the 14th Street Bridge, while ascending out of DCA. I live about 1.3 miles due north of the Washington Monument, which from the perspective of this picture would be in the middle far left.

Tropopause pause ...

Another stealth cellphone picture ... This one was taken 50 to 100 miles off the South Carolina coast heading south, 6:55PM EDT, June 6, 2009, at an altitude of about 36,000 feet (at this latitude and time of year near the tropopause -- that would mark the transition between where Earth's atmosphere goes from convective-radiative equilibrium (the troposphere) to radiative equilibrium (the stratosphere) ).

We arrived at what was a stormy South Florida dusk that required the pilot to navigate the jet well to the east over the Bahamas and then head due west to the airport (since there were t-storms up and down the immediate coastline and just offshore). Gary, Chris, and I were treated to a spectacular lightning display to the east as we drove the rental car, first to Deerfield Beach to Chris's hotel and then to Boca Raton to Marvin's cono, where Gary and I stayed at night.

After a prolonged drought, much of the Florida peninsula has been in a wet period lately.

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June 7, 2009

The following three images show the view from Chris's hotel room (#615) in the Deerfield Beach Howard Johnson Plaza Resort the next day, June 7, 2009, at 12:05PM EDT.

Looking east over the open Atlantic Ocean

Looking southeast beyond the coconut palm-lined road along the beach, which is actually awkwardly named NE 21st Ave., though farther south it becomes South Ocean Way. (I already posted this image in my previous entry.)

The view looking to the northeast over NE 21st Ave., Deerfield Beach, Fla., and out over the open ocean.

Lifeguard stand #2, Deerfield Beach, Fla., 12:45PM EDT, June 7, 2009

The hotel's pool deck with some more coconut palm trees in the background. It was Sunday and there was a Caribbean guy playing the steel drums and singing assorted tunes.

A thatched tiki bar under the coconut palms at the place next door.

Me in the hotel room, June 7, 2009.

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June 8, 2009

Same lifeguard stand #2, except the next day...

The same east view from Rm. 615 of the Deerfield Beach Howard Johnson Plaza Resort, except 4:31PM EDT, June 8, 2009

The view to the west from the hotel's pool deck as a thunderstorm approached, 5:41PM EDT, June 8, 2009

Stormy skies ... the gust front had already moved east over the ocean as the thunderstorm moved in from the west, 5:54PM EDT, June 8, 2009. Yes, that is a nearby bird caught in wing mid-flap in the sky just "above" the horizon.

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June 9, 2009

The ocean off Deerfield Beach, Fla., was very calm for all of our stay there ...

... here is the view looking out to sea at 12:51PM EDT June 9, 2009. Those clouds on the horizon were the anvil head tops of distant thunderstorms over the Bahamas about 80 miles to the east.

Meanwhile, looking inland to the west ...

... the sky was filled with cumulus congestus and cumulonimbus clouds. This was the view as seen from about 10 feet into the very calm surf in a warm ocean (temp. near the shore 75F to 80F), 12:52PM EDT, June 9, 2009.

Same as above, except looking at the Deerfield Beach Howard Johnson hotel where Chris stayed.

Yours Truly, Regulus, under a towel on the beach in Deerfield Beach, Fla., 1:04PM EDT, June 9, 2009. The Sun was so intense that I needed to use suntan lotion with a high SPF (that Neutrogena Ultra Sheer, SPF #55, which, interestingly, was the same stuff I bought on my last trip there in late February from the same store and which remained in the bathroom in Gary's landlord Marvin's condo in Boca Raton).

Here is a U.S. Coast Guard helicopter whizzes by a few hundred feet offshore and no more than 100 feet above the ocean, 1:08PM EDT, June 9, 2009. The same distant thunderstorms are visible -- I estimated they were over Grand Bahama Island, or maybe even Abaco Island. I wasn't near a radar so I couldn't tell for sure.

Thereafter, Gary, Chris and I took a drive to Worth Avenue in Palm Beach, Fla. Gary and I did this with LP back in February, so I am not going to repeat those images, esp. since I find the "reality" of Worth Avenue with its jewelry, sculpture, and other art shops selling $25,000 this, $50,000 that, and $75,000 the other thing to be something so beyond my own perception of what is real that it's rather tiresome and pointless to do so.

However, here is a picture of Gary and Chris T. along Worth Avenue, Palm Beach, Fla., 4:19PM EDT, June 9, 2009. It turns out that June (and the summer in general) is the off season for Palm Beach, and many of these shops were closed with "by appointment only" signs in the window.

We drove in our PT Cruiser rental car back south along A1A, which changes names several times. Here is a house with the address 1800 South Ocean Blvd., in what I believe is still Palm Beach, Fla., June 9, 2009.

I'm sure Mr. Sirius will have a home such as this as one of his summer cottages at some point in the next ten years or so.

Meanwhile ...

... this trailer park along the beach in a place called Briny Breezes, Fla., June 9, 2009, is more my dad's (and mom's) speed.

Here we were (Gary driving and Chris in the front seat while I sat in the back) driving along A1A in Delray Beach, Fla., 5:21PM EDT, June 9, 2009.

The Meridia, Deerfield Beach, Fla., 5:40PM EDT, June 9, 2009. I think I haven't posted enough pictures of pastel-colored South Florida condominium high rises in this entry.

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June 10, 2009

We left the night of June 10th (Wednesday), so we had some time to go to the beach in the early afternoon.

Here is another picture of me, this one taken at the Patio Bar and Grille in the Patio Bar & Grille, Howard Johnson Resort Plaza, Deerfield Beach, Fla., 1:33PM EDT, June 10, 2009

We then went to Marvin's condo, where we did laundry and got ready to leave in time for our evening flight.

Here is a picture of an old couple seated and having lunch in the same Patio Bar & Grille restaurant, 1:57PM EDT, June 10, 2009. Such retirement must be good.

Minutes after take-off from Fort Lauderdale - Hollywood International Airport (FLL), 8:25PM EDT, June 10, 2009, at about 15,000 feet altitude, approximately 10 miles off the coast of Fort Lauderdale, looking west. There were some big thunderstorms over extreme southwest Florida while the cumulonimbus clouds in this picture were over the Everglades. The lightning from the t-storm cells was quite impressive -- and I could see it from as far as 150+ miles away.

National Airport, Terminal B, 11:24PM EDT, June 10, 2009, as Gary and I -- arriving late after storms over the Washington, D.C., area delayed our flight by a half hour, but at least we didn't divert to Philadelphia, as was threatened -- were hurrying to the Metro to catch the second-to-last Yellow Line train. The flight through those storms -- after we circled over a cloud-shrouded Richmond for 35 minutes -- was briefly very jarring.

Chris took a cab home from the airport.

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Goodbye, South Florida ...

... still more coconut palms in Deerfield Beach, June 10, 2009

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That's about all for now.

Again, my next entry will probably not be for about a week or so.

I am not going to write about one particularly bad thing that happened earlier this Sunday and why I called 911 because of it. I'll leave that for some other time. Suffice it to say, I'm home safe and at least semi-sound now.

--Regulus

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Interim Update: Back from South Florida

So I'm back from South Florida. I went to Deerfield Beach and Boca Raton with Gary and Chris T in a trip very similar to the one I took in February, when Gary and I went instead with LP.

The view from Room 615 of the Howard Johnson Plaza Resort in Deerfield Beach, Fla., 12:05PM EDT, June 7, 2009.

This hotel is where Chris stayed while Gary and I stayed at his landlord Marvin's condo in nearby Boca Raton. Actually, we used Chris's hotel as a daytime base of operations and just slept at the condo. This is what we did in Feb., except Larry stayed at the nearby Comfort Inn.

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I have 55 or so pictures -- from my less than stellar cell phone camera -- that I can post, though it will probably be closer to 40. However, it is going to take me a few days to get the entry posted.

The view from the Deerfield Beach pedestrian promenade (it's not quite a "boardwalk") along the beach, looking south, 12:49PM EDT, June 8, 2009.

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I'm home now at this 1AM hour after a bumpy flight back from Fort Lauderdale into National Airport. The bumpy part was the last half hour or so after we were in a holding pattern above Richmond (itself shrouded in clouds) because of storms over D.C. I had a window seat on the left side -- and was treated to the downriver approach into DCA.

I have a lot to do for my contracting job over the next few days, so I may not get a full entry posted until the weekend. However, I also have many unresolved issues involving finance and job search and I have been terribly depressed and it is getting worse. I feel so alone and I have no family whatsoever to help me.

Sunset in Deerfield Beach, Fla., 7:38PM EDT, June 9, 2009. There was a big, puffy cumulus congestus cloud over the Atlantic (looking east).

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I am a bit sunburned after my time in South Florida, where the Sun this time of year is ferocious, although there were lots of t-storms and scattered heavy rains at times on my trip.

Anyway, I'm really tired and need to go to sleep right now. Oh, yes, I'm scary fat (see picture below) and I need to do something ... mostly, stop drinking and eat better, plus exercise, although without a steady job, I can't join a gym right now. Sigh.

Additionally, I am still upset over Mr. Sirius (or what he means to me), as I believe that he no longer looks at my Mr. Sirius blog but I am going to confine that conversation to inside my head and that blog.

Here is a picture of me at a trash can with a golden (!) pig sculpture on Wed., June 9, 2009.

This was taken in one of the little pedestrian alleys off Worth Avenue in Palm Beach, Fla., where the three of us went in the rental car (a red PT Cruiser). Palm Beach's Worth Avenue embodies a VERY different reality than the one in which I live.

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I plan to have many more pictures to post of my trip in my next entry, but I'll add one more here:

Three coconut palms that grow between the pedestrian promenade and beach in Deerfield Beach, Fla., 12:58PM EDT, June 10, 2009

--Regulus

Thursday, June 4, 2009

The Rain Man Chronicles

This will probably be my last entry before my upcoming South Florida trip. That trip is set for Saturday, June 6 - Wednesday, June 10 (more on this below). I started this entry Thur. evening (June 4th) but I'm finishing and posting it in the wee hours of Friday morning (June 5th)

The hydrangea bushes at bloom outside the Argentinian (Argentine?) Embassy at the corner of New Hampshire Ave., NW, and Q St., NW, here in Washington, D.C., earlier this evening, June 4, 2009. The embassy is under renovation.

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I have a lot I want to say, but I also have a lot I want and need to do for my contracting job and updating this blog in the really long entries I write -- as well as frittering away so much time doing nothing, as I tend to do -- are not going to help.

First off, we remain in an unusually rainy period ... which, let me state upfront, is fine with me, although I was caught in a deluge late this afternoon in Bethesda, where I had gone to pick up a check from my contracting job. A number of the images in this entry are weather related.

Here was the view outside the Bethesda Towers office buildings ("North Tower" and "South Tower") where the consulting company for which I work on a contractual basis is located.

It rained like crazy and I was drenched by the time I got to the Bank of America, where I discovered that so far my terrible indebtedness problems have not yet resulted in any shit-creditor trying to seize my account's measly account -- and I can't declare a second chapter 7 bankruptcy for another 10 to 11 months.

Rainy Wisconsin Avenue, downtown Bethesda, Md., 4:13PM EDT, Thursday, June 4, 2009

"Came in from a rainy Thursday / On the avenue / Thought I heard you talking softly ..." -- Ordinary World, Duran Duran (and others)

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Thereafter, I went to my favorite Thai restaurant, Bangkok Garden in Bethesda, Md. ...

Here I was in an otherwise empty restaurant for an early dinner, 4:40PM EDT, June 4, 2009

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As for the weather, again, it has been unusually rainy the past few weeks ...

Here is the flood (versus "flash flood"?) watch in effect for the "CWA" (county warning area) of the LWX (Sterling LWX) forecast area.

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LWX base reflectivity radar at 740PM EDT, June 4, 2009.

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The following are rainfall totals through midnight June 5 (i.e. 1159PM EDT June 4), 2009 ...

DCA
Month to date: 2.02" +1.57" (normal 0.45")
Year to date: 19.29" +2.81" (normal 16.48")

BWI
Month to date: 1.73" +1.25" (normal 0.48")
Year to date: 21.01" +3.22" (normal 17.79")

IAD

Month to date: 3.25" +2.69" (normal 0.56")
Year to date: 23.03" +5.66" (normal 17.37")

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As for actual t-storm activity, the past few days have been rather dramatic.

Here is a picture of a t-storm / squall line approaching D.C. from the south, as seen 6:39PM EDT, June 3, 2009 from U Street, NW, looking south down 14th Street, NW, Washington, D.C. Of note, the actual precip amount where I live was small where I live. The squall was actually moving more west-to-east than to the north.

The same approaching squall line, 6:43PM EDT, June 3, 2009, as seen from U Street, NW, looking south down 13th Street, NW, Washington, D.C.

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The following are three pictures of mammatus clouds that appeared briefly over downtown Washington, D.C., on June 2, 2009 between about 5:45PM - 6:15PM EDT...

Mammatus clouds over downtown D.C., as seen from M and 18th Streets, NW, 5:58PM, June 2, 2009.

Mammatus clouds basically represent a kind of "upside down" convection in which updrafts in strong to severe thunderstorms reach a maximum altitude and cease to be buoyant and thus spread out. Because the air parcels are saturated, they begin sinking. Typically, sinking air causes the parcel to warm, but this heat energy is used up to evaporate the droplets. The result is sinking air that actually cools -- which represents an upside down convection -- and creates these pouch like structures.

Mammatus clouds over downtown D.C., as seen from Connecticut Ave., NW, near Farragut North, 6:00PM, June 2, 2009

Mammatus clouds are often associated with violent thunderstorms, at least in the distance. In this case, there were some powerful thunderstorms about 40 miles south of D.C. in the vicinity of Fredericksburg, Va.

Mammatus clouds over downtown D.C., as seen by the National Association of Broadcasters (NAB) building, 6:02PM EDT, June 2, 2009.

Those storms did NOT reach D.C. and no severe weather accompanied the mammatus clouds appearance over the District of Columbia.

The LWX base reflectivity mode radar at 610PM EDT, June 2, 2009 showing these thunderstorms south of D.C.

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On a political note, President Obama gave one of this barn-burner incredible speeches today, this time in Cairo, Egypt to the Muslim / Islamic World. (Alas, some of his incredible speeches so far on different topics are not matched up by actions, most notably giving in to the Wall Street speculator crowd, but never mind about that now.)

A link to his speech is here.

I mention the speech in order to juxtapose it with the silly shit headline of The Washington Times on June 4, 2009, "Obama, bin Laden vie for notice" that the paper put over a picture of Pres. Obama in order to have the "name" of "Obama bin Laden" in the lead headline. And the picture suggests some sort of evil deed. What a fucking silly paper. Only Cokie "The Bitch" Roberts would take it seriously.

The Washington Times is, of course, the massive money-losing insider hard right GOP propaganda broadsheet run by rightwing impresario and billionaire Korean businessman and Unification Church cult leader Sun Myung Moon, a.k.a. the Second Coming of Jesus Christ in his own deranged mind.

The Washington Times was a far more scary thing back in the 1990s and early 2000s when the GOP was in control. Now it just looks stupid and pathetic. Of course, D.C.'s main newspaper, The Washington Post, is little more than a pro-corporate, "Free Trade" obsessed, neo-con-imperialistic tilted bag of stale, dessicated shit with nothing to say to its readers, and it should go bankrupt.

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The following set of three pictures are from the private bathroom of the 8th floor "psychiatry department" of the GWU Medical Faculty Associates at the corner of 22nd St., NW, and Pennsylvania Ave., NW, where I went on Wednesday during the lunch hour break of the all-day symposium of the Space Policy Institute of the GWU Elliott School of International Affairs.

When Dr. Robert Perito used to see me for free -- he was so good and I so miss him -- back between 2004 and 2006, during the most painful yet purest days of the Mr. Sirius catastrophe, Phil would drive me to my 930AM Friday appointment ... and we'd drive in from Silver Spring (where I lived with Phil at the time until Feb. 2005).

And I would look out through those slotted blinds (with the swivel knob you can turn from inside) ... and I would see on cold December and January mornings the rising steam from nearby and faraway buildings, looking to the west, deep into what I thought was suburban Virginia (which is my friend Gerry's home world) until one day I opened the blinds a bit more and realized I was looking to the southeast -- and directly at the nearby Washington Monument, and more distant Maryland suburbs toward Suitland.

And I would remember my FIRST time ever in Washington, D.C., in December 1977 when I had just turned 8 years old and I came here with my dad from New Jersey on a bitterly cold morning. Oh dear God, Mr. Sirius, Matthew My H. As for him, he was a new born and living in Europe -- not even in the Tidewater/Norfolk area yet, let alone his "native" Woodbridge, Va.

Oh, yes, speaking of Mr. Sirius, I have finally decided to link to my blog to him. If you are interested in reading it, go here. He has full stop stopped reading my blog (after my "Five Year Anniversary: An Assessment" entry). To hell with him. Boo.

On a related note, please see that entry as to why I am interested in I Love Lucy and Lucille Ball. As for I Love Lucy, the episode at 230AM a short while ago on Hallmark Channel was "Lucy and Ethel Buy Same Dress" and here are two screen shots from it ...

Here Lucy and Ethel realize they both are wearing the same dress for their rendition of "Friendship" ...

Here Lucy and Ethel try to sing "Friendship" as if nothing were wrong. It doesn't quite work out that way.

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Tonight was a lousy night as NOT ONLY did the crazy SOB upstairs flood my kitchen for the FIFTH time in 4 years ... and after he was warned with a threatening letter about being evicted 6 months or so ago ... though FORTUNATELY I was home to again (as on the other occasions) to capture all the water in buckets and containers, or else the damage would have been gigantic (and I would have sued). The water falls into the kitchen and entrance way, including through light fixtures. It is time he was evicted OR I was given a new apt. I don't know that either of those WILL happen, but enough is enough ... it is intolerable.

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But I also realized tonight something more profound, specifically, the fundamental failure of that which I have been trying to do for 3+ years. It involves someone I will not write about even though he doesn't read this blog.

However, I still had a nice time with my friend Gerry at Larry's Lounge and then at Cobalt. It is very complicated.

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The College Park Metro station platform looking to the south/southwest, 6:05PM EDT, June 3, 2009. There were some big storms to the south.

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Finally, it turns out that Macy's -- the company with which I have had a relationship for 15 years, back to when it was Hecht's -- did a "credit check" on me and the beast system opted to reduce my credit availability (approximately) from $2800 to $2400 (approx. my current balance). I have ALWAYS been on time and in good standing (except briefly once a few months ago).

Here is a picture of the hot male model in the coincidentally-timed Macy's catalog ... This guy is hot. (Ignore the little kid. That was just annoying and I was going to crop him out of the image but I did not do so.)

EVEN when I declared bankruptcy in June 2002, I didn't declare Hecht's among my creditors. Well, if these beasts are going to "punish" me for nothing -- esp. as they are charging me $50 in finance charges per $85 in minimum payment -- then I am going to GIVE them a reason to "punish" me and DEFAULT on the whole fucking $2400.

As it is, I have enough debt and creditors closing in (alas, I can't do a Chapter 7 until May-June 2010) and they can join them. They are just more amoral animals and carrion feeding vulture beasts of of a degenerate system*, and I will PROUDLY default on that card since it it NOT a crime to be in debt in America.

*I refer not only to the Bush - Cheney cartel and its ways but also to Larry Summers and Tim Geithner, and the rest of the "Masters of the Universe" financial speculator class who love their trillion dollar Ponzi schemes and worship at the the altar of the credit card multi-headed corporate hydra.


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A quintessentially summery scene, even if it isn't quite summer, as seen from the Univ. of Md., College Park campus, looking east toward a cumulus congestus cloud, 3:41PM EDT, June 3, 2009

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OK, that's enough. I think I am going to go to bed.

I MAY try to update this Saturday before I leave, but if not, I will update this in about a week (June 11th or 12th).

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**UPDATED, 11:16AM EDT, June 5, 2009** I just wanted to post the Sterling (LWX) radar image from a short while ago this rainy, rainy morning.

We're under a flood warning right now here in D.C. I think today should be the last day of so much rain and then it should dry out.

I don't feel well this morning. I also don't even feel like going to Florida tomorrow for a variety of reasons. The flooding situation, NOT because of the rain but because of the crazy man directly above me, is not going to get any better. My property management company is basically limited in what they can do (although they talk sympathetically) and court actions take forever in D.C. It's all about that guy's rights. I said if he floods my apt. disastrously when I am not here, I will sue as needed.

One solution is for me to move to a new apt. in this building, except the rent on the unit $115 more a month, which is out of the question. I actually would not mind moving into a new unit if the rent on that one could be adjusted downward, which may be able to happen. However, my own financial situation is such that I may have to move out of here no matter what by Sept.

Sigh.

--Regulus