That's What She Said.

Sanity repo: a global market?

Mr. Hawkins said he talked to fellow truckers, and a lot of them feel the same way. “They think it’s time for a woman, too,” he said.

SIGH.

The low hanging fruit, i.e. idiots whose parents paid for prep school, Yale, and then the Harvard MBA, was there for the taking. These people who were (often) truly not worthy of the education they received (or supposedly received) rose to the top of companies such as AIG, Bear Stearns and Lehman Brothers and all levels of our government. All of this behavior supporting the Aristocracy, only ended up making it easier for me to find people stupid enough to take the other side of my trades. God bless America.

A very astute thread on the morning’s Crappy Hour.

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So the woman in Kansas who became glued to the toilet after sitting there for 2 years while her boyfriend brought her food every day for two years once inspired me to write an existential play. (I would call it “The Undatable” after “The Unnamable” and because I imagined she spent all that time harboring a conflicted love-hate relationship with her idiot boyfriend for bringing her food every day on the toilet without comment; so doting! So dumb! Etc. etc.) Anyway this creative endeavor lasted about fifteen minutes probably because looking back it seems the very next hour I had to introduce fact-hungry readers to Ashley Alexandra Dupre. Thank the Folks That Brought You Existence for the “meaningless of it all, unendingness aspect of” cuz today we learn the Undatable just won the state lottery for the second time this year. Playing some scratch-off game called “Crossword.”

Or that its screenwriter is the sister of this lady. Truth/fiction/truth/fiction JESUS CHRIST WHO CAN SAY??? But regarding the film, I basically thought it was the best thing ever made, but then right after I ran into Hamilton Nolan and his girlfriend and they’d hated it, actually walked out — see, I had really loved how much I wanted to walk out so many times during the movie, like all this dysfunctional family drama was my very own, but the point is like ‘here are a few lessons for next time you are in a room with all the people you love more than anything in the world but omigod with whom you cannot communicate without playing out some parody of yourself circa 1994 in response to someone else’s parody of himself circa 1992 etc. etc.’ — and HN was like “oh yeah it was a great movie for masochists I’m sure.” Pretty sure he is not Catholic. Anyway, I am a sucker for “moral” films but I am pretty sure it was the best “moral” film I’d ever seen, but like, good people can disagree about bands or even like tax policy, or ‘The Wackness’ during which I also cried and cried and cried even though I was pretty sure it was pretty deeply flawed, but the point is AREN’T WE ALL…

Denton’s defense of investment bankers. They are socially and intellectually superior, you know. Yes that is why the industry no longer exists, it collapsed under the weight of all that intellect, now I see where we went wrong…