Really?
"It is commonly a weak man who marries for love." - Samuel Johnson
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And the implosion comes also known as the thoughts of an angry fan
Never have I seen a top tier team so brittle as my beloved soccer club Arsenal, the question not being if they would fuck up, but when they would, and man oh man what a way to end the season.
No win in five games and well on their way to a flameout today, already down to ten men and going by the track record of these petulant whiners, surely one more red card is in the waiting. Who would have thought that it would be a Manyoo - Chelsea race again, I thought this was Liverpool's season with Torre's addition, but they are out to prove that they are no less chokers than Arsenal.
I am not waking up early for anymore of these paper tigers' games.
PS: I never saw great worth in Diaby certainly not to merit the comparisons with Viera, what a horror tackle, I do hope he gets the three match suspension.
Samuel Selvan
What in the world is happening here? Bolton look the dispirited side now as it is level on two now. It's not over yet as all it takes is a long ball to unsettle Arsenal and at this stage of the season, a draw is as good as a loss.
Do they have it in them to win this? I would gladly take a win today, never mind what I wrote earlier. :-)
Samuel Selvan
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All the world's a stage
All the world's a stage
Starts at the 5:15 mark.Privatized profits, socialized losses - II
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New York City securities industry firms paid out a total of $137 billion in employee bonuses from 2002 to 2007, according to figures compiled by the New York State Office of the Comptroller. Let's break that down: Wall Street honchos earned a bonus of $9.8 billion in 2002, $15.8 billion in 2003, $18.6 billion in 2004, $25.7 billion in 2005, $33.9 billion in 2006, and $33.2 billion in 2007.
Those years were the heyday of the hedge fund pirate, the private equity buccaneer, the 9- and 10-figure-salary quant jock, and other financial creatures who created all kinds of complex securities and highly leveraged transactions, many of which are now coming a cropper, from LBOs to CDOs.
What a deal. Financiers preached the free-market gospel and pocketed unheard-of sums of money—yet when times got tough, they called for a government bailout. "Markets work if participants are at risk to both positive and negative consequences," says Raghuram Rajan, an economist at the University of Chicago Graduate School of Business and a former chief economist at the International Monetary Fund. "But on the upside, [financial firms] said, 'Hands off, don't upset the party,' and 'Don't even think of regulating us,' yet when things go the other way they say, 'We need help.'"
To be sure, not everyone has escaped unscathed. Nine months ago, Bear Stearns stock sold for $150 share. JPMorgan Chase (JPM) bought the beleaguered investment bank for $2 a share over the weekend, wiping out much of the wealth of the firm's employees.
I am now waiting for the op-eds which warn us against any knee-jerk reactions towards more regulation which could stunt the growth of the economy. Again I am struck by the tone I see in the press, most of the reporting just seems to be just that, a dry recitation of what happened with seemingly no insight into why we got into this fine mess and the unseemliness of the Fed doing all it can to shore these guys up with no sense of accountability.
And yes Obama and Mccain had responses, the wishy washy non response which got praised for not being (yes you got it right) a knee jerk reaction. No one dare question what's happening, or the establishment.
All the world's a stage
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking* in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard*,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the canon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon* lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws* and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon*
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his* sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans* teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything
(As You Like It, 2. 7. 139-167)
My thoughts are with my 98 year old maternal grandmother who is in the final stages of her seventh act and has just lost all movement on her left side among other things. As callous as this sounds I hope she gets her wish of leaving this earth real soon. It is really painful to hear my mother recounting my grandmother's frustration and helplessness.
