Dumb T&#ts and the Wall

¡Hola! Everybody…
Let’s do this once again… once more:

Tax cuts do not stimulate the economy. We’ve gone down this road before: monk coats, to quote an economist, don’t trickle down.

Stimulus is spending! Now, I’m a dumb spic, but even I know this. Why doesn’t the “Dumb Twat” of the week, Mika Brzezinski, know this?

Here’s a handy chart — a “bang for the buck” guideline:

Notice what creates the most economic activity? That’s right: food stamps! Give a down and out individual $100 in food stamps and they will spend it all. That creates economic activity — stimulus! Give a rich person the same $100 and they will not spend it! In fact, give the financial sector hundreds of billions of dollars and they will not spend it! Oh! We tried that already?! Wait! That’s not entirely true, some fat cats will spend, like, $35,000 on a commode, but for the most part give rich people money and they will not spend. That means there’s no stimulus.

Easy right?

Well, will someone please tell this dumb cunt:

:: blank stare::

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-=[ Wall Street ]=-

Fact: Some beds at juvenile detention centers cost as much as $100,000-150,000 annually.

Fact: Public officials resist increases in education spending. A fraction of what it costs to lock a child up.

Fact: Overwhelmingly, incarcerated children are people of color.


As a young man, one summer I managed to get a messenger job at a small brokerage house on Wall St. One of my best friends, a darker-skinned Nuyorican, had been working there before me and he put in the good word. By the end of the summer, I had moved up (again, with the help of my friend) and was now balancing the sheets. That was a promotion and a raise.

I wasn’t very responsible: I would miss days and I wasn’t all that motivated. Yet, when another promotion came up later that year, my friend was passed up and the promotion was offered to me. This was bullshit, and everybody knew it. My friend had been there longer than I had, had more experience, and was there at work every day. We both know it was because I was light-skinned and he wasn’t. I was going to quit because I couldn’t bear it, but my friend insisted that I take the job. He said they would only give it to someone else.

It pays to be/ look white! LOL!

I mention this because I spent most of my young adulthood working at various places on Wall St. Let me tell you: Wall St. in the 1980s?!! DAMN! It was crazy out there! LOL! The culture of Wall St. and my love for the hard life took me down hard. By the end of the 80s, I was blackballed from working on the Street, spiraling deep into my addiction. I worked hard ad I played harder. It wasn’t unusual to go on a business lunch and instead of it being a two-martini lunch, it was acceptable — even expected — to have a three-line lunch. Cocaine was king on the Street. I can’t say it was all regret. I fact, I had a lot of fun! LOL! I fucked a lot, used a lot, spent a lot — well, you get the idea.

I had two very close friends, Jeffrey and Freddie — crib brothers. Where you saw one, the others weren’t too far behind. We grew up together became men together and we worked on the Street. Jeffrey was the friend who got me my first job on the Street.

Anyway, we would sometimes meet at this park — Jeannette Park — at lunch on Fridays to drink rum and coke and smoke weed, plan our weekends. One day, there was this older black dude who always seemed to check us out. I mean, we were pretty much out there, always surrounded by women, and dressed to the nines — young-dumb-and full of- cum, cocksure muthafuckas. Anyway, this dude came up to us and shared some of this fierce weed he as smoking and he told us a story I never forgot. He asked if we knew the history of where we were standing and acting all cocksure and shit, and I told him, me always being the smartass, yeah! Fuckin’ Wall St.! LOL He smiled…

He said, Wall Street became the financial capitalist center because it was the first big slave trade center in the colonies, and, later, the new nation’s principal slave trading port, where the business of slavery was transacted (until 1862!).

He continued, And as the business of slavery went, so did all other businesses. For about 125 years, there was a wall that separated the financiers, speculators and bankers from the stench, humiliation, and daily grime of young New York’s vibrant slave trade business and African and white working-class residential areas.

Hence the name, Wall St.

Love,

Eddie

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