And I've got a plan,

Nevermind I've never understood the dynamics of growth,

Nor do I care to learn about that stuff,

Just gotta promise to be true, promise to be true,

I've just got to find enough losers to believe in me,

And vote for me

Believe in me, cause I got change, (I got sunshine too)

On a cloudy day I'll dance to the music,

In Chicago, my kind of town,

Where I never meet a corrupt developer I didn't like,

And, I'm in with the Irish eyes are smiling Daley Boyz

And, what'll I do if I win?

God only knows how much I love me (no how much I love YOU)

What's going on is not a matter of regulation vs. deregulation.

You had politicians, most of them democrats, demanding the banks give mortgages to people who had no business getting mortgages because they couldn't afford to pay them.

This political pressure from the politicians on the banks and S&L's started this mess. Of course, once it began, people, being the greedy slugs which they are, had a grand time collecting all kinds of fees and commissions on the homes so many could not really afford to buy and maintain.

Then Ginnie May and Freddy Mac, the Democrats' favorite pseudo corporations, got busy bundling these worthless mortgages into "securities" the public was told were as safe as treasuries. At Ginnie May, over 20 of the top executives were pulling in at least one million dollars a year, and any time someone in the press (especially the W Street Journal) or in Congress tried to expose this Ponzi Scam, the Democrats, especially Rangel and Schumer, screamed bloody murder that these meanies where trying to screw people out of their natural right to own their own homes (nevermind they could not afford to own their own homes; what's wong btw with renting until you save enough for a realistic down payment which allows you to buy a home you can actually afford to pay for?) and of course Ginnie and Freddie were major contributors to Schumer and Rangel et all the corrupt politicians getting fat off this Ponzi Scheme.

Barry Zero's exploitation of turbulent markets is transparent demagoguery, perfectly suited to the ignoramuses who frequent Salon group think.

This here saloon is just full of full of theselves libral prostitutes.

The smart ones refuse to think.

History!

Fruck history!

Now they got themselves a new Messiah. And, He'll be different.

Most of them, this new Messiah wouldn't allow within 1000 feet of his daughters at the University of Chicago Laboratory School ($20,000.00 per year) while he expects them peons to be content with the Chicago Public Schools with their 60 year history of 40+ per cent drop out rates and graduates who can't even read, and teachers who can't even deliver a grammatical sentence in class.

Dear Sweet Lotus Feet,

Stop trying to reason with these ignorant slobs

Come with me to a special place where reason prevails

We can read Gary Becker and Milton Friedman essays together

We can try to influence others who are really looking for answers

Not these bitter loosers, who have no clue about how to turn their own lives around and become productive.

Mike Madden fails to mention Todd's vast rightwing panty collection.

Everywhere this tall dark handsome dude goes, the panties come flying.

Sarah is the envy of millions and millions of heartland gals.

He's got more panties than Tom Jones ever did.

This is a juggernaut the brie crowd cannot resist.

But send all your money to Barry The Con anyways.

Personal financial exhaustion in progressive circles isn't all bad.

This will help Michelle fund that Martha's Vinyard dream house.

Quiet summer afternoons swinging on the porch bench

Pleasant Atlantic breezes and not a windmill in sight

A dude named Barrack came riding on a donkey from the west

A true first dude, His tyme had come said, Mary Magdalen Michelle

Christopher Matthews and Babba WaWa and Whoopsie hailed His Glory

Don't overlook The Oprah, Divine Intervention

The heartache sears the souls of the selfless

Silent in the desperate dreads of despair

All that gone just because of the world's largest panty collection

All that gone, all is a lost cause of instantaneous harmony and peas

And from the great North tundra glowers a dude with a panty filled dogsled

She is not a Happy Hillary now

Haunted by what could have been

If only Bill had kept his zipper zipped

Why can't he learn to shut up, shut up

If only the hurt could stop, please stop

But the money will help to ease the pain someday

And a little liposuction too

Yoga at the spa

She will laugh a quiet laugh come November

As all the states pile up for that smore from Alaska

And the pilot who would not long be broken

Pretensions of graciousness will refill the coffers

Hundreds of millions of soothing currencies

Yes

Hillary Infatuation Infects Irritable Hoot Owls

All he did was paint pretty pictures of entitled rich white privileged ladies in fancy hats sipping wine while peasants and workers ran around bare footed and hungry.

Change your name to Gorky, sir.

Socialist-Realism would better suit your politics than the bourgeois, retrograde Renoir.

Notice, since the First Couple Of All Time, Bill & Hillary, may devote much of The Clinton Library Endowment (at least $23,000 now plus some slightly used underwear, but they may up it) to the Noble Marx on Mars By 2012 Programme, they feel they must remain down here for some time, as many pragmatic progressives who stay may need their reassuring presence until the time is right for a voluntary mass exodus.

When the time is right, they expect Chelsea to assume her rightful place as Queen Of All Martians, looking down disdainfully at us remaining selfish Earth-Niks.

Won't we all be sorry!