Fucking Tinhorn Banksters

The USer political economy, and increasingly that of the whole world, is dominated by a bunch of cheap, sleezy, cheapskate, cheating tinhorns playing "no -limit hold'em" with the House's money and nothing to lose.

We NEED to make 'em scared. Tar & Feathers, anyone? We don't have to kill 'em. Just put the fear of the fucking LORD in their mercenary souls so thjey NEVER EVER EVER forget that it is OUR lives these skeevy fuckers are gambling with....

How bad is it? My pal Edger, on Antemedius, brought together a couple of telling pieces of video from The Real News:
Part 1--


Part 2: "Let the pitchforks do their work!"

From the IMDb page for "American Casino":

...I don't think most people really understood that they were in a casino says award-winning financial reporter Mark Pittman. When you're in the Streets casino, you've got to play by their rules. This film finally explains how and why over $8 trillion of our money vanished into the American Casino. For chips, the casino used real people, like the ones we meet in Baltimore. These are not the heedless spendthrifts of Wall Street legend, but a high school teacher, a therapist, a minister of the church. They were sold on the American Dream as a safe investment. Too late, they discovered the truth. Cruelly, as African Americans, they and other minorities were the prime targets for the subprime loans that powered the casino. According to the Federal Reserve, African-Americans were four times more likely than whites to be sold subprime loans.

We meet the players. A banker explains that the complex securities he designed were fourth dimensional and sold to idiots. A senior Wall Street ratings agency executive describes being ordered to guess the worth of billion dollar securities. A mortgage loan salesman explains how borrowers incomes were inflated to justify a loan. A billionaire describes how he made a massive bet that people would lose their homes and has won $500 million, so far.

Finally, as the global financial system crumbles and outraged but impotent lawmakers fume at Wall Street titans, we see the casinos endgame: Riverside, California a foreclosure wasteland given over to colonies of rats and methamphetamine labs, where disease-bearing mosquitoes breed in their millions on the stagnant swimming pools of yesterdays dreams.

Filmed over twelve months in 2008, American Casino takes you inside a game that our grandchildren never wanted to play.

There is only one way Phil Gramm, or any of 'em, is EVER gonna pay any price at all, and that is if somebody kneecaps the motherfuckers...Baseball bat or bullet? Six of one, just so's it leaves 'em crippled, whining, and begging...