First thing this morning, I had an appointment with one Cassandra Wymiotowac, Senior Public Relations Advisor to American International Group, better known as AIG. The woman was all business, that’s for sure – she entered my office, shook my hand and got right down to brass tacks. “Mr. Collins,” she began, “this is just one… Continue reading Ya Pays Yer Money and Ya Takes Yer Chances
Author: tomcollins
Mark to Market, to Buy a FED SWINE
This afternoon started out as pretty much a perfect Sunday afternoon. I’d made eggs Benedict for Cerise, Veronica and myself, and we were lounging in the living room, sipping blood orange mimosas and cappuccinos. Twinkle purred softly in my lap as I perused the latest edition of Harper’s, while Cerise explored the Sunday New York… Continue reading Mark to Market, to Buy a FED SWINE
Plan B… and C… and D…
About ten minutes after the House of Representatives rejected the Administration’s plan to bail out the Secretary of the Treasury’s cronies to the tune of seven hundred billion dollars Monday afternoon, the telephone on my desk rang. It was Spenderson, from the White House, requesting a meeting, ASAP. What could I do? I had Gretchen tell… Continue reading Plan B… and C… and D…
Super Jew Faces the Plotz of No Return
No sooner did I get home tonight than my land line telephone rang. Not too many people have that number, I guarantee, and I could see from the caller ID who it was, so, of course, I answered: Tom: Chairman Bernanke? Is that you? Bernanke: Gevalt! Who else would it be, nu? Tom: Gee whiz,… Continue reading Super Jew Faces the Plotz of No Return
Idiot’s Delight
Things were a bit slow at my office today, and during one of the dead spots, Gretchen crept in from the reception area and caught me visiting Second Life on my Linux AMD 64. “Mr. Collins?” Gretchen spoke softly as she sat down in the chair next to my desk. “What’s up?” I replied. “That’s… Continue reading Idiot’s Delight