This is what’s happening with your American Tax dollars. It sounds like this bank didn’t need to be bailed out.

Bailed-out bank pays £1.6bn bonuses

City workers at a firm that benefited from the US bank bail-out are still to share in a multibillion-pound bonus pot, it has been confirmed.

The spokesman said: “We do think the bonuses are justified. Please bear in mind that the firm was profitable for the year. We have one of, if not the lowest compensation ratios in the industry and when the firm does well, our people do well, and the converse is also true.”

Today was a weird day. It was half cloudy, half sunny. Every time I went outside, it got cloudy, when I came back in, it got sunny.
Kind of depressing.
IO Girl and I argued this morning, then she had to go to work.

When the first ever pay-per-view event came out, a Mike Tyson fight 15 0r 20 years ago, I was telling everyone I knew that if nobody signed up for pay-per-view, it wouldn’t exist. But nobody could miss one Mike Tyson fight, and now there’s pay per view everywhere.

After hurricane Ivan here, when the theater re-opened, they were charging I think it was $10 or $12 CI for a movie. I was telling everyone, If nobody goes, they’ll be forced to lower the price. But people had to go see the movies, they complained, but they paid. (I still haven’t been to that theater) Now there’s a second theater that’s opened, who saw they can charge outrageous prices for admission, so they do. (Competition drove the price down a little since then, but it’s still too high.)

I went to Wendys hamburgers a few months ago, and got my usual quarter pound single. I thought they made a mistake and gave me the Junior Cheesburger by mistake and went back up to the counter. Nope, that’s the new single size. Now I’m done with Wendys, I’ll never go back, but that won’t hurt them any. People will just keep buying the reduced size burger.

I’m refinancing my house right now, getting a not so great deal, I went in to sign the papers yesterday and left, because it was a one-sided ripoff. But I can’t fight by myself. Since the bank has already made many loans with such poor terms, they won’t negotiate, and I have to accept poor terms as well. So I have no choice really, except go back and sign. It’s a better deal than I have now, but still not a good deal.

The people have the power, but they don’t use it. The corporations decide to rip everyone off, and people complain, but they let them get away with it.

That’s what the frikkin’ problem is.

One more thing, I’m glad the US Government decided not to bailout the auto industry. Of course the unions were willing to take pay cuts, that’s because they know they’ve been overpaid for years. The parasite may have killed it’s host. $20,000 for a car that won’t even even last as long as your car loan. A piece of garbage soda can lasts centuries, why can’t they make a frikkin car like that? ‘Cause they know you’re going to buy another car when yours rots!

When four of Santa’s elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the Pre-Christmas pressure.

Then Mrs. Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa even more.

When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where.

Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.

Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum.. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drank all the cider and hidden the liquor. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.

Just then the doorbell rang, and irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.

The angel said very cheerfully, ‘Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn’t this a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?’

And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.

My Mom, Sister and her boyfriend arrived yesterday, today we hung out by the pool at their hotel. It was really great!
I’m supposed to be off while they are here, already I’ve been called in to work two days next week.