But the President has been more on the Republican's side all along than people ever suspected as witness his appointing people like Larry Summers and Eric Holder, who are in business' back pocket. Now apparently he has appointed a Mary Jo White as head of the securities and exchange comission. This is the outfit in charge of enforcing Dodd Frank and implementing the many suggestions made in that legislation. Now for all practices because of the appointment of Mary Jo White - - - Dodd Frank is dead. All of the promises for economic reform in the great bye and bye off in the future- - are now dead. That is - - here in the present- - Dead. This is what executives do is gut bills they don't like. The Republicans didn't like it when we favored it with immigration reform- - and now we don't like it when they do it with Wall Street "reform", which is no reform at all. Basically they are throwing out the rule book and returning to the "Wild West" days of the 1920's, and we know that one ended badly. I'm predicting another crash - - based on latest information- - maybe in 2016 but maybe 2017. At any rate- - even if the Republicans should succeed in electing Ted Cruz or someone like that as President- - they will have a major economic crisis on their hands in the first year, which will be WORSE than the one President Obama faced when he came into office. It would be ironic that this Stockmarket Crash would occurr just as the stratigic moment when "The Experts" people like the Mc Laughlin group and the other talking head comentators on the major networks say "Well it's clear that- - Obama didn't build this economy. In fact this economy occurred in spite of President Obama's efforts". This is what they will be saying, but of course it won't be true. But the minute they're all convinced "We did it" then at that point, the bottom will fall out of the economy. Right now I'd still recommend that if you are in either oil stocks or airlines- - just sit tight and watch your earnings go up for the next year or so. I won't be springing a "Sell" notice on you without a warning. So far those immediate warning signs are not there.
We did slip into
politics, actually, talking about the morality of rich verses poor people. In this blogger exclusive in red - - Bones came by to monitor the conversation and happened to just come upon this political wrangling- - which is the first major political brawl at a holiday gathering in four years. But Bones didn't stay long, he tells me "Because I sensed other psychic entities around you- - and I got freaked out and thought that maybe they might be reading my mind". Bones of course was Romulan cloaked at the time, so they probably didn't even know he was there. Still I was troubled by the remark. The conversation was getting rather heeded
till Mom change the topic to medical stuff, which was the dominant topic at
Paul and Judy’s. It was well past three
before we ever thought about the pies- - - and I had some cranberry Martenelli
cider in a red glass. They had to
scrounge for chairs for the table. I had
two pieces of pumpkin pie with whipped cream and one piece of Wendy’s
“unsweetened” apple pie. There was talk
about computers and Paul and Judy had gotten a “Surface”, which they paid a lot
of money for. There was talk about the C-dificil
bacteria that Judy had Mom checked out for- - - and all of the different
hospitals Dad was in. And also Grandpa
and Grandma didn’t leave us with medical decisions about when to revive and
what measures to be taken. Apparently
Judy and others would not like much done if they were to suddenly have a
crisis. I guess Jenny was mad because
the hospital took measures to revive Uncle John like give him fluids. But what Wendy has said in the past, his wife
seemed a little too eager for John to kick the can and be done with it.
Winter time is upon us
and it’s cold out. Yesterday I got one
cigarette from Paul in the early morning and one just before I left at ten
thirty- - and did not get another cigarette till about eight last night. I went over to Lisha’s room and fiddled
around with her computer sitting on the bed with the bad light and I couldn’t
see the keys. The backspace didn’t work
and I kept losing the curser for the address bar. But after trying freespeec.com and also
Google.com it was clear her machine was not hooked up to the internet. I told her she better contact Time-Warner
about that. I thought she had “wireless
broadband” but if a cord were unplugged I think she would have made that clear
that she wasn’t wireless, but I had too much sugar from the pies and not enough
cigarettes – to think clearly, myself.
When you’re playing in someone elses’ ball park you have to negotiate
certain environmental things such as the sink holes in the outfield, the clumps
of poison oak by the catcher, and the kid in the stands randomly aiming laser
beams in the player’s faces. I’m just
not in my element- - and the top row of keys was shrunk down to nearly
nothing. She didn’t have a mouse pad so
the covers served at my only traction.
Otherwise the news on the athletic field was good for Oregon fans, even
if the Beavers had a lot better looking uniforms. Every time you see Oregon they’re wearing
something different and the only element of commonality is they’re in bad
taste.
I watched Meet the
Press at eight and it was Breakfast with the Beatles at nine. The first song I remember as “Long, Long,
Long Time” by the Beatles. I went out
and had two cups of coffee in the courtyard.
It had not yet started raining.
They had Gary Wright on. Gary
Wright is Federation but he got conflated a lot with Nielson - - who is Renwah,
or however you’re supposed to spell it.
Wright played piano on Neilson’s “Without You”. Mal Evans as you know has never been a fan of
Renwah people- - including Badfinger.
But Gary Wright is suddenly George Harrison’s best friend, who was “there”
at all the major moments. You learn
something every day. And apparently
George wrote a melody in 1971 and after George died on November 29th
of 2001, Gary Wright recorded a song played on piano- - which has chord
progressions at times more remonicent of John Lennon than anything George ever
wrote. We had spaghetti for lunch with
garlic bread and corn chowder for soup.
There were no seconds, but we got a banana for desert. Joe Drisco had the show playing on his transistor
radio out on the benches. There had been
a downpour just before lunch, but otherwise it didn’t start to rain in earnest
till about two when we were lining up for coffee and I was near the front of a
very long coffee line.