REALLY?! Ohhhh really?! Well congratufuckinlations you stupid stupid idiots who finally admitted that shit.
Yesterday the extremely smart National Bureau of Economic Research stated how the economy is at it’s lowest in a very very long time. Here’s a little overview of what a recession is for my economically challenged readers:
A recession happens when the GDP ( gross domestic output) of all the goodies and services declines for two quarters in a row.
Our very smart president issued a statement about the financial crisis, the millions of jobs destroyed, all the damaged banks and accounts:
I’m sorry it’s happening, of course.
WHAT THE..!? I feel like he just doesn’t care, but it doesn’t matter I guess since he’s got about a month or so to be in office. He’s probably going to spend his time pardoning fucking CEO’s.
Our amigo Henry Paulson even released a statement about the 700 billion dollar bail-out:
I have confidence that we are pursuing the right strategy to stabilize the financial system and support the flow of credit into our economy
He probably meant to say ” flow of credit into my wallet…”
These politicians are incredible. Everyone is literally killing themselves over the crisis for such a long time, and now they come out: It’s a recession bitches…
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On a personal note, I would like to address the skinny, deeply-tanned, weasel-voiced Brooklyn fuck who set up shop five feet behind me on Long Beach just off Edwards Boulevard yesterday and proceeded to yammer into his cell phone as loudly as he possibly could about the media for two hours straight yesterday. You, sir, are human waste. I know you'll read this. How do I know? Because you said things like, "I've worked as a media professional for the last ten years," and "I just did a little temp work for the Times," and, "Can I do a seminar for, like, all these editors and news executives about digital media?" You suck. You're the worst thing I've ever heard speaking. On the beach? You spout that vile nonsense on the beach?! 
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