This is really bad. There are many people living on the street that would welcome a house to live in, but BofA is destroying their least salable foreclosures. Completely writing their value off anyway, what would be the big issues with donating the houses to local homeless? There is NO DOUBT that banks are HEARTLESS! I am so glad that MY tax dollars went to save their asses so that they could do this...
The political flow chart
When top level guys look down, they see only shitheads; When bottom level guys look up, they seeonly assholes.
I have never seen a Flow Chart described so clearly
The Ventriloquist
A young ventriloquist is touring the clubs and one night he's doing a show in a small town in New Brunswick .
With his dummy on his knee, he starts going through his usual dumb blonde jokes.
Suddenly, a blonde woman in the 4th row stands on her chair and starts shouting, "I’ve heard enough of your stupid ass blonde jokes! What makes you think you can stereotype women that way? What does the color of a person's hair have to do with her worth as a human being? It's guys like
you who keep women like me from being respected at work and in the community, and from reaching our full potential as a person, because you and your kind continue to perpetuate
discrimination against not only blondes, but women in general and all in the name of humor!"
The embarrassed ventriloquist begins to apologize, and the blonde yells, "You stay out of this, mister! I'm talking to that little fucker on your knee!"
Grandpa and Grandma were sitting in their porch rockers watching
the beautiful sunset and reminiscing about "The good old days,"
when Grandma turned to Grandpa and said,
"Honey, do you remember when we first started dating and you used
to just casually reach over and take my hand?"
Grandpa looked over at her, smiled and took her aged hand in his.
With a wry little smile Grandma pressed a little farther,
"Honey, do you remember how after we were engaged you'd sometimes
lean over and suddenly kiss me on the cheek?"
Grandpa leaned slowly toward Grandma and gave her a lingering
kiss on her wrinkled cheek.
Growing bolder still, Grandma said, "Honey, do you remember how,
after we were first married, you'd kind of nibble on my ear?"
Grandpa slowly got up from his rocker and headed into the house.
Alarmed, Grandma said, "Honey, where are you going?"
Grandpa replied, "To get my teeth!"
