Ahh…the house of cards is showing it’s emporial, temporal clothing again.  I wouldn’t trust U.S. or Chinese companies, or any international banking/investment groups right now.

Would you?

I sure wouldn’t allow the stench of auditors in my house.

Should I be mad as hell and not going to take it anymore?

Time to bury the rest of my money in them Mason jars I done drunk all my moonshine out of.

Good thing I got my money out of the mattress afore that there tornado took it away!

DSK has proved the IMF is a joke and the global currency market is full of whoring menfolk that my momma and daddy said to shy away from ‘cuz they ain’t never got your interest in their interest, know what I mean?

Glad I just finished my occasional viewing of “Network” – the Committee wants me back on the job now that I’ve just about got my mother in-law all settled nice and snug in her own instant community.

A nod to that actor/dancer, Kirstie, who lost all that weight, and all them other folk who earn a living in front of bright lights in the big city.

Keeps us country folk happily glued to the boob tube while we count our pennies left over after eating fast food on Googlefied EBT cards next to the cash-checking place that takes our weekly unemployment benefit payout for a small 25% fee.

Life is good, ain’t it?

My satellite in the sky guarantees the only real solar system currency that’s valid on any spaceship – no funny money involved.