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October 6, 2012

Under the Table

         For what it’s worth, we noticed that Government statistics had suddenly become politically biased way back in the Carter Administration, and we have to agree with the father of “stock option” compensation on this one.   You’d think most seasoned investors would argue the same thing:  it’s no coincidence that reported unemployment dipped below 8% days after POTUS got his a$$ kicked in the public opinion polls following a televised debate with his opponent that was flat out embarrassing to the President.  

         As for crooked Chicago politicians, one of our staff went to college just north of the Windy City, and says that’s true too.  Everyone from there had stories, firsthand knowledge of public corruption so accepted and widespread that stuff took place right out in the open, the shady having no need to hide it anymore.  For reasons that are now unclear, our guy took a date to the police station once to get his stolen car back, and this detective demanded fifty bucks under the table and our guy only had twenty so his date gave him thirty, and the police station had no desks in it, just these things that looked like dining room tables so the boys in blue actually worked at tables where this kind of police business could take place under, and her thirty bucks and his twenty and the combined fifty all got passed under the detective’s table.  Literally.  The detective whispered to our guy to “hand it to me under the table” and pointed under the table to show he really meant he wanted it under the table, and our guy whispered the same thing to his date and pointed too, and it felt just like being Ollie in a Laurel and Hardy, and the date said it was the best date she’d ever been out on, but he couldn’t figure out how to keep having quite that much fun on their next dates, and she dumped him, presumably for someone actually from Chicago who could.

         It was Midge, for those of you who are too damn close to these blogs and keep asking questions.