DAVOS, Switzerland—Not so long ago, financiers ruled the roost at the glitzy annual gathering of the global economic elite here in the Swiss Alps. At this year’s gathering of the World Economic Forum, the unofficial theme seems to be, “First, kill all the bankers.”
The ire directed at bankers from all sides is palpable, acknowledged Donald Moore, chairman of Morgan Stanley in Europe, as he stood alone reading some charts amidst the hubbub at the forum’s Global Village cafe. Asked which other groups of people have been similarly unpopular in Davos in the past, he said: “terrorists.”
The quip reflects …” —Bankers Are the New Terrorists
Dear Pat Robertson,
I know that you know that all press is good press, so I appreciate the shout-out. And you make God look like a big mean bully who kicks people when they are down, so I’m all over that action.
But when you say that Haiti has made a pact with me, it is totally humiliating. I may be evil incarnate, but I’m no welcher. The way you put it, making a deal with me leaves folks desperate and impoverished.
Sure, in the afterlife, but when I strike bargains with people, they first get something here on earth — glamour, beauty, talent, wealth, fame, glory, a golden fiddle. Those Haitians have nothing, and I mean nothing. And that was before the earthquake. Haven’t you seen “Crossroads”? Or “Damn Yankees”?
If I had a thing going with Haiti, there’d be lots of banks, skyscrapers, SUVs, exclusive night clubs, Botox — that kind of thing. An 80 percent poverty rate is so not my style. Nothing against it — I’m just saying: Not how I roll.
You’re doing great work, Pat, and I don’t want to clip your wings — just, come on, you’re making me look bad. And not the good kind of bad. Keep blaming God. That’s working. But leave me out of it, please. Or we may need to renegotiate your own contract.
They don’t show my likes and reblogs anymore below the posts I liked or reblogged. I bet this is due to my criticism of their recent rape joke.
See for instance this post I reblogged from okey. Tere is no note about me.
Then you better get off the internet quickly.
A long time ago I decided to become a lone wolf as they say. I slowly and quietly pushed everyone out of my life thinking that it was the right thing to do. I guess I wanted to get in touch with myself you know, get to know the “real” Andy. Boy was that mistake! I don’t regret it because I’ve learned a lot and became very mature in the process. The big problem is that I’ve become an old man trapped inside a 23yr olds body. Sad pero true. I don’t have my good old friends hitting me up to hang out, I don’t show up in pictures, nada! I miss laughing, sharing hugs, high fives and jokes. I miss a lot of it! I just hope it’s not to late to get my youth back and rekindle some old friendships. I’m tired of being a lone wolf 8-(
sum1 told me to update my tumblr
so here i am
writing this post
about how kool the person i’m webcamming with is
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