Of Efficient Market Prices and Elephants in the Room

     It's been ages since we've covered the Wall Street Crime Families, having turned our eye onto the nascent rise of communism that followed a Central Bank nationalization of the US Treasury bond market and the remarkable assimilation of national politicians into this Central Party system now ruling Washington, in large part through the heinous diversionary tactics of their propaganda machine, all those stinking national, regional, and local outlets in what has become a truly unconscionable media charade.  However, recent developments in what we think of as the financial services industry group brought our thoughts home, if only momentarily.

     Fiduciaries are dumping more expensive actively managed funds held in client portfolios, and pouring that dough into lower cost index funds.  It seems that the burden is on bankers and them these days to, as a Wall Street Journal piece puts it, "show there is a reasonable likelihood an investment will beat the market after fees", and recent statistics suggest that such has simply not been the case with actively managed funds, mutual, hedge, or whatever, for a convincing window of time now.

     What grabbed our attention was a proposition going along with this that markets would no longer be able to function properly under the new ways.  Who would be there in the marketplace to help find efficient prices if everyone was off somewhere else indexing?

     Fear not, subscribers.  The dons aren't going anywhere, or the capos who actually do that dirtywork.  Efficient prices will be rigged the same way they've always been - with the fix on.  Crime Families putting every dollar they've got behind whatever con they're pulling this time to make your money theirs.  Like always, their formidable buying/selling pressure will sky prices up before your vaunted index fund finishes a buy program and tank them down before that fund can get anywhere near close to done selling, giving mafia counterparties the average prices they need to keep family coffers stuffed full.  The sucker used to be you. Get all indexed up, and now we'll have to say it's yours.

     Call that efficient, if you want, but it's definitely the way markets work.  Everyone else getting trampled by the zillionaire elephant in the room.




   

This Week in the Comics

     SuperDonald's worst enemies, Capitalist members of the Central Party, released a years-old, illegally taped conversation of a younger SuperDonald talking like every regular son-of-bitch in the whole fucking country does to his asshole buddies, even with some piss ant pretending to be your asshole buddy but taping you instead.  The main topic of conversation at such times is, of course, grabbing pussy, and the younger Man of Deal treated his audience to a thoroughly well thought out take on that, admirably presented too.  His Communist enemies, however, reacted predictably, Central Party faggots and half the asswipe trannies going postal over the pussy grabbing stuff, Central Party dykes and the other half of the asswipe trannies declining to discuss pussy at all, and each Central Party bisexual trying to figure out just what the fuck he/she/them is before deciding how a grabbed pussy would affect him/her/them.

     Slingin' Willy, whose valuable input should've been the most relevant of anybody's in the Communist Party, remained silent on actually stuffing cigars into a White House intern's pussy, slingin' his willy into a White House intern's mouth, and soiling a White House intern's pretty blue dress at the end of an Oval Office blowjob with the essence of his Presidential loins.  Meanwhile Crazy-Eye kept alluding to what SuperDonald thinks of Rosie O'Donnell even though the entire voting public except her thinks what he had to say there was real accurate, if not somewhat understated.  Okay, way understated.  Way, way understated to some of you, we know.

     For declaring that the Presidential race was over a month before Election Day on account of pussy grabbing, even though SuperDonald was just talking about it on the years-old tape, not actually grabbing any, Chuck Todd has already been awarded the Joseph Goebbels Propagandist of 2016 Award two and a half months before the year was over.  Nobody has turned what used to be journalism into pure, unadulterated fiction designed to glorify the North American Communist Party better than Chuck, no one since communism was ushered in with the nationalization of the U.S. Treasury bond market less than a decade ago anyway.

Evacuate

     Where to?  How?

     Before Hurricane Andrew, residents of South Florida could skip town two or three days before a storm's expected arrival and drive out in light traffic.  After Andrew, escape routes got clogged early, and evacuees were faced with the the risks of blocked roads, insane gas lines, and gas stations run dry.  Motels were full all the way into Georgia and Alabama.  Towns in Georgia had storm shelters with signs up telling you to go away if you weren't from there.

     As with their election coverage, the media is ignoring half the story.  Leave, leave, leave, they're urging people, as if what happens once you lock your door doesn't matter and hunkering down isn't a sanctioned option anymore.  Mandatory evacuation orders, or mandatory death sentences?

     In 75 years of hurricane watching, our quasi meteorologist has never seen coverage as irresponsible as this.  It's almost as if our Muslim President is deliberately placing White Christians in harms way.

     Wouldn't surprise anybody we're still talking to if he was.

This Week in the Comics

The Adventures of SuperDonald

Man of Deal

     While her underling went and got himself all beat up in a televised debate against the Man of Deal's loyal second in command, who, of course, had Truth, Justice, and the American Way on his teleprompter, Crazy-Eye, distaff half of the Washington power couple demanding his and hers presidencies from victimized voters, stayed in to collapse out of public view - if it hit again - and count her money.  What "it" is hasn't been revealed yet as penile half, Slingin' Willy, took to the airwaves to explain that what's happened before hasn't happened before, enabling media cronies to suggest maybe her shoes were too tight or she had a tummy ache or indigestion or something, or... or... or simply felt like lying down on the curb to enjoy the sunny day since whatever it was wasn't overheating or contageous pneumomia or anything like that at all.  Ever.  As for that money she was busy counting, Crazy-Eye had plenty to add up.  News reports revealed that the power couple could strongarm top dollar kickbacks from beholden Arab potentates for State Department efforts to finally let ragheads buy every manner of U. S. military warbird capable of flying a nuclear payload over sworn enemy Israel.  Her Sate Department, that would be.

     Elsewhere on the campaign trail, SuperDonald flew Trump One into downtown Vegas, only it was announced that Maria Sharapova had just signed up for a tennis tournament there, so you couldn't find anything from the local propaganda machine about the Man of Deal, only tennis stuff and/or Russian stuff and/or Russian tennis players stuff, so our superhero kind of went underground, or at least underreported, temporarily out of sight too.

     Meanwhile, in total secrecy as always, the evil Planet of the Apes White House continued waging war against the White Race, apparently following some paper Monkey-Face wrote in college outlining how Cornelius should channel community activism into 1) taking down the White police, 2) turning Arians into a minority population through mass illegal immigration, 3) bringing large numbers of Muslim teenagers into the country to mass murder Whites, 4) closing the Ghettos to relocate all inner-city Blacks into affluent White suburbs, 5) increasing the proportion of Blacks in Government, and 6) launching both welfare payments and income tax rates up to nosebleed heights as a means of ultimately enslaving the soon-to-be lower class Whites and making them work for this new obscenely wealthy Black ruling class.

     Things looked grimmer and grimmer in the fancier neighborhoods outside Gotham City as the weeks rolled by.  Could SuperDonald still save the day?  Or would he encamp in Sin City, pick up some Nikes and a fashionable pair of high-end shorts, and ditch the race for some Russki-born tennis lovely?

     Only time will tell, valued subscribers.  Only time will tell. 

The Comic Book Election

     If the 2016 race for President of the United States seems unreal, that's because it is.  Everything about the two major campaigns reads like something coming out of a comic book.  An adult comic book, to be sure.

   Arch-villain Crazy-Eye, female half of the malevalent Washington power couple who rendered their country's factories onto foreign lands in exchange for a surfeit of riches that beholden potentates are still pouring into the obscenely overflowing coffers of their Canadian-based strongarm operation, The Clinton Foundation, is running as a Communist, the wild-spending party whose prodigal ways have become focused on 1) buying votes through massive free-stuff giveaways and 2) keeping the Treasury bond market nationalized to maintain ruthless control over interest rates, which would otherwise reach heights that would bankrupt their vile pinko game.  Slingin' Willy, male half of the repressible ruling pair, is a politico/predator, the infamous pervert who never could keep it in his pants, bringing semen stains into both the White House and his abused nation's preteen history books.

     SuperDonald, a hero who builds tall buildings with other people's bare hands, carries heavier debt burdens than an entire European principality, and is often spotted with beauty contestants on his arm, talented women who can look gorgeous and do swimsuit, evening gown, or interview competitions at the same time, is running as a Capitalist, the hard-working party that founded the country and made it great.  SuperDonald says he'll make it great again, and his superpowers include making a great deal, constructing national fences, and keeping scum who want to kill us out of the country - as well as all the goddam antichrists who're bringing these killers in with them.

     Will Truth, Justice, and the American Way win out?  Or can Crazy-Eye and Slingin' Willy do the unthinkable and bring the beleaguered masses down to the depths of utter ruination.

     Then there's the bigger issue here.  The one nobody wants to talk about.  Voters no longer determine the outcome of these elections, voting machines do.  Have Crazy-Eye and Slingin' Willy put enough crooked cronies in place to make the results already known to them?

  What can SuperDonald possibly do about that?  Does our hero win the vote only to lose the tally in the end?

     Don't go away.  The hand of destiny will be turning our pages to that part soon.