A little comedic relief for our readers this weekend as we contemplate what America once was, and what it has become.
And on the 8th day, God looked down on his planned paradise, and said I need a lender. So God made a banker.
God said I need somebody to make a synthetic derivative, write zero down loans, make interest out of nothing and dollars out of thin air. Foreclose on homes, accept bailouts from the poor, come up with TWIST & easing lowering interest rates, finish his 40 hour week Tuesday at noon and then foreclose again…