Hinky has been out of commish lately, a little lazy about keeping current with the blog; but also a little discouraged because netscape doesn't work well with blogger for whatever reason. Hinky can not link to hinky things everywhere, so there goes whatever value Hinky's blog offers. Blogger has a great new interface, but it still does not run with Netscape, and Netscape is the only browser i can use because Explorer does not run on my computer despite my best efforts to get it working.
Moreover, the bull shit doesn't seem to phase us any more. We are sick of all the hinky horse shit Wall street appears to have "pulled off" and haven't been to excited to point out that the each daily ambush America faces in the dessert comes as no suprise to anyone. It's not quite Viet Nam, but it looks like Iraq is shaping up to become something our leaders did not seem to bargain for in the swift move to take Saddam's hinky oil off the market. World politics seem remote unless you look to the price of oil. It looking like our principals are going to be something that are much easier to fight for than to live by, given the kind of resistance America faces in the middle east. It may be better now than 10 years hence when a few of these sunbaked crackpots have something more to hold to the heads of "civilized" governments than a few thousand rocket launched granades. So the weapons of mass destruction, the "developed world's" worse nightmare becomes a goal for more and more of the non-voting "citizens of the world" who are watching every move America makes to firm up the world order. Next time somebody asks "what's that got to do with the price of Mangos," ask them how the mangos get from the field to their tables.
"Why does somebody have to die over pie?"
-Martin Lawrance, in the picture "Life"
I smell something hinky under foot, a pile of something big, something gaining momentum, something that is going to make the young perfessionals, and old professionals, and the post GI Joes and Josephines, and the chefs that stuff them up with the finer things and the neo cons who live by the values that were half baked and hatched in our nation's graduate business schools to go the way of the hippies and the yippies, disco and the bootleggers, the flappers, the dadaists, the zoot suits, the folk families on Pete Segar's couch, and the all those fad wagons that have angled for the American soul since Abe signed us up for a new plan and this thing is rooted in the first, second and third Great Awakenings, religious reformations that took place right here on American soil that cradeled the middle class; it's something that will give the lie to a good amount of hinky biz that passes for civilized behavior by the world's leaders, in their compounds near the Colgate plants and over their plates in their favorite restaurants as their waiters kiss their asses through pepper mills. I don't know if Greenspan will be drinking a nice Merlot out of his new wife's belly button when the note comes due, or if he'll see it coming through a 21 inch flat screen monitor down the hall from his clean desk. But its not the heat; it's the humility that's coming.
It rings like a bell on a bouy sound, that poem in the Wall Street Journal:
"American underwriters sell
State banks, telecommunications,
Oils, chemicals, and whole economies
By romancing regulators: securitize
Your fatty underperforming assets;
Then barrow freely, from the bankers,
At most favorable rates, basis points less
Than underdeveloped nations' debt.
I have correspondence from the dead in
My office, covered in ash; and Outlook
Lists persons and places and companies
That no longer exist."
-Eugene Schlanger, Esq. known as "The Wall Street Poet," is deputy general counsel of Nomura Holding America, Inc.
8 Luke 4: And when a great crowd came together and people from town after town came to him, he said in a parable: 5 "A sower went out to sow his seed; and as he sowed, some fell along the path, and was trodden under foot, and the birds of the air devoured it. 6 And some fell on the rock; and as it grew up, it withered away, because it had no moisture. 7 And some fell among thorns; and the thorns grew with it and choked it. 8 And some fell into good soil and grew, and yielded a hundredfold." As he said this, he called out, "He who has ears to hear, let him hear." 9 And when his disciples asked him what this parable meant, 10 he said, "To you it has been given to know the secrets of the kingdom of God; but for others they are in parables, so that seeing they may not see, and hearing they may not understand. 11 Now the parable is this: The seed is the word of God. 12 The ones along the path are those who have heard; then the devil comes and takes away the word from their hearts, that they may not believe and be saved. 13 And the ones on the rock are those who, when they hear the word, receive it with joy; but these have no root, they believe for a while and in time of temptation fall away. 14 And as for what fell among the thorns, they are those who hear, but as they go on their way they are choked by the cares and riches and pleasures of life, and their fruit does not mature. 15 And as for that in the good soil, they are those who, hearing the word, hold it fast in an honest and good heart, and bring forth fruit with patience. 16 "No one after lighting a lamp covers it with a vessel, or puts it under a bed, but puts it on a stand, that those who enter may see the light. 17 For nothing is hid that shall not be made manifest, nor anything secret that shall not be known and come to light. 18 Take heed then how you hear; for to him who has will more be given, and from him who has not, even what he thinks that he has will be taken away."
So what has changed since Christ? Well, the radio explains that Germans put Sprite in beer for a summertime drink; and brewers are starting to put this mixes into bottles for sale. Wheat beer with Sprite: That is the hinkiest thing I've heard today.
Hinky 4:55 PM
