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To: AC Flyer who wrote (21102)	7/10/2002 11:04:21 AM
From: LLCF	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 74559

<What's your timetable for this all-encompassing meltdown - economy, dollar, stock market - btw? > Happening right now... lack of earnings = higher unemployment coming = spiral = = = DAK

To: AC Flyer who wrote (21102)	7/14/2002 3:59:26 AM
From: Raymond Duray	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 74559

TIME TO DRIVE A STAKE THROUGH THE MALIGNANT, MALEVOLENT HEART OF THIS MEPHISTOPELEAN METASTASIS.... AMERICA UNDER ATTACK BY A CANCER OF THE HEADMEN, THE LICE WHO WOULD RULE BOMBING BRIDES INSTEAD OF BIN LADEN, THE BUSHIES HIDE OUT IN THE WOODS A RETREAT ISN'T A RETREAT, ACCORDING TO ARI CAN'T STOP JUNIOR FROM CASHING IN ON MALFEE-ANCE ARE WE STOOPID ENOUGH YET? nytimes.com Are we really stupid enough yet as a nation to not throw the Thief-In-Chief and his sidekick Oil Slick Dick out on their golden a$$e$, unlike Grandma who now must decide between dog food and feeding BIG PHARMA because Slick Dick and Dumbya ruined her pension fund........... Thievery 101,000,000,000.00 <Copy> Rub-a-Dub in the Hot Tub By MAUREEN DOWD WASHINGTON — Dick and Rummy are in the Jacuzzi at Camp David. The two masters of the Bush universe have had a lousy week. And now, with the white cast on Rummy's hand buoyed by bubbles, they just want to sip Scotch on the rocks and review the knocks. They are keeping one eye on the Kid, who's been jogging circles around Aspen Lodge for the past nine hours. Junior is supposed to be inside practicing how to say "mal-fea-sance" with an "s." But he won't do it. He's sulking. He went to Wall Street on Tuesday to show that the hero of Sept. 11 could retaliate against the creeps who wiped out the neighborhood and also keep C.E.O.'s from looting. But the president who got elected on the backs of C.E.O.'s and said he wanted to run the country like a C.E.O. was about as convincing a sheriff as Barney Fife. Rummy's war has also run into a bad patch, bombing brides instead of bin Laden. As the two men soak, more steam is coming from the vice president than the hot tub. "The Kid never should have gone to Wall Street in the first place," Dick grumbles. "All those poppycock reforms he and Rove rushed into the speech. Who knew our Karl was also a Marxist? When the going gets tough, the weak go polling. Who cares what Americans think? They should care what we think." W. jogs past with a singsong chant: "It's NOT my fault, it's NOT my fault, it's BUBBA'S fault, it's BUBBA'S fault." Dick and Rummy laugh indulgently. "SWAT teams swooping down on C.E.O.'s?" Dick scoffs. "What nonsense. Will government lawyers ride around in stealth golf carts and read these guys their rights on the back nine? "We certainly don't need more transparency in this country. Transparency is just a fancy kind of indecent exposure, a sick counterculture idea, whether it's about the markets, accounting or giving up the names of our Houston buddies who dictated my energy policy. I say: Zip it. "We don't owe anybody any explanation for any thought or action that any of us have ever had or done." Rummy grins devilishly and skillfully balances his glass on his cast in a silent toast. "Those lily-livered liberals in Congress are outrageous — they're criminalizing greed!" Dick says. "And the spineless Republican fellow travelers on the Hill are almost worse — they'll dry up our donor base and destroy the party before they're through. McCain is just Norman Thomas with medals. "I have nothing against sharing, of course. As long as it's us getting the shares. "Our strategy is to slow down the House and Senate so these stiffer accounting and corporate-greed bills never see the light of day. Maybe you guys could accelerate your war on Baghdad. A righteous distraction would come in handy." The Pentagon boss indicates with a nod of his cast that this is possible. "Bunch of anticapitalist, world-government-loving wusses," Rummy says. "They don't understand how tough we had it as C.E.O.'s. It's lonely at the top." Junior jogs over to the Jacuzzi and tries to get Vice's attention. "Dude?" Dick waves him off and resumes his rant: "All that stands between America and socialism are stock options. Without options, companies can't lure great leaders who will take risks — with other people's money, of course. If Congress got its way, when the stock went down, the C.E.O. would lose money just like everyone else. But we are not everyone else." The president tries again to get Dick's attention: "Dude?" Dick goes on, his dander rising. "I'm sick and tired of these Sunday morning pinkos trying to impoverish the ruling class. People should get off my back about the way I cashed out of Halliburton. What's $20 million these days?" Rummy is astonished. For the first time in the many decades he has known Dick, his friend's face is no longer affectless. Dick gives the impression of something that can only be called emotion. But the Kid has finally lost patience. He jumps into the Jacuzzi, barely missing Rummy's cast, and sloshes right over to Vice, leaning into his ear and wailing plaintively: "Where's Karen?" [[We really, really , really need the lies she's so very good at!]] """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" America is under siege, by the Royalist Bush Crime Family, the worst Mafia we've ever been forced to endure. Time to drive a stake through the malignant malevolent heart of this Mephisophelean metastasis. -Ray