CNBC Self-parodying Remark of the Week

"..it's a mess and they oughta fix it intead of continuing to whine."    - Kathleen ?  on CNBC radio

1 Per Cent Solution

Of the 1%, by the 1%, for the 1%
By Joseph E. Stiglit

http://www.vanityfair.com/society/features/2011/05/top-one-percent-201105?currentPage=all&wpisrc=nl_wonk

Americans have been watching protests against oppressive regimes that concentrate massive wealth in the hands of an elite few. Yet in our own democracy, 1 percent of the people take nearly a quarter of the nation’s income—an inequality even the wealthy will come to regret.

Compromised

List of Companies That Say My Email is Compromised, So Far:

Disney Destinations
Citi Cards
Hilton (multiple email addresses)
Best Buy Reward Zone
Best Buy Reward Zone Dining
Target (multiple email addresses)
Marriott International
Chase (multiple)
TIVO

List of Companies Offering Help or Restitution:

My Actual Bulwer-Lytton Contest Submission

Her wintry gray hair whipped around my face as if propelled by the sudden gust of an arctic breeze that rushes from a quickly opened freezer door; this, as our motorcycle slipped it's kickstand and dropped us to the icy curb just under the supermarket's roof draining downspout.

My favorite, not penned by me:

She walked into my office on legs as long as one of those long-legged birds that you see in Florida – the pink ones, not the white ones – except that she was standing on both of them, not just one of them, like those birds, the pink ones, and she wasn’t wearing pink, but I knew right away that she was trouble, which those birds usually aren’t.  -Eric Rice

this, as I decided to end this foolishness and await my 53rd birthday which haphazardly follows at the tail end of this foolishly inaugurated month.

http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/
From Scott Rice who runs the contest: "Your submission has arrived and will receive the treatment it deserves."

:)

Purple Prose

It was a dark and stormy night and the rain fell around me like a meandering waterfall from some bizarre universe where events are never as they appear, where good deeds are punished rather than rejoiced and heroes are made of fools while fools of heroes. The droplets of the peculiar yet entrancing precipitation felt cold on my uncovered cheek, like a gelato scoop full of cioccolato fondente from a gelateria I once lit upon in the backstreets of Cadiz. Was it the rain or my inner tears from a prescient memory of some long and forgotten period of my existence that chilled the deep purple crevices of my being? If only the world did not swirl in an eddy of tediously repetitious currents as maddeningly circular as a fancy milled button on a dowager's downy coat. My mind whirled as I thought of management dynamics and theories of psychology plucked from a tree of knowledge long forgotten by the patch of society's briers into which I currently found myself ensnared. But the spinning splashing raindrops would soon give way to an oceangoing voyage where thorns are crowded with roses and chilly people with the company of brilliant purveyors of fantasy and sincere good will. Without this hope of escape all would be dull characterless rain and there would be no brightly colored impressionistic Monet inspired umbrella lit from the rays of sun peeking from behind, nay, seemingly pushing assunder, the blundering witless clouds that dance to the nightingale's tune.

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