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Excuse me, shitstain? Exactly what conspiracy theory did I put forth?

...and such posters always seem to feel the need to deliver a synopsis of the discussion that misses the target by a wide margin.

The system won't totally collapse. Most loan holders will be fine. The irresponsible pricks who either tried to game the system or tried to live too large will get fucked. Couldn't happen to a nicer group of folks. This is a desireable outcome for the long term. It serves as an historical sanction for such behavior in the future. It corrects the value of a bunch of overpriced properties. They'll get sold again; just at prices that more accurately reflect their true value. Let the bloodletting begin.

Financial stocks go down when that sector takes a hit. Right now we're experiencing a collapse in the home construction and financial sectors. This is a stop gap measure to artificially bouy those sectors under the guise of 'helping struggling homeowners'. Federal insurance means the fed's involved. Anything that affects interests rates, directly or indirectly, also affects our enormous debt burden.

Not bigger, just heavier.

THAT's for sure. Er, not that I would know. About the buck meat, I mean.

I donate my organ to the Sistine Chapel.

Funny, that's exactly how it works with guys.

I't complete Nanny State: but not the nickel and dime Welfare version; it's the spend-the-next-two-generation's-worth-to-keep-stock-prices-up-for-another-quarter "pro business" version. Utter fucking bullshit.

The Cold. I can feel it creaping in. Oh wait, the damn kitchen fan vent's open again.

When I used to hitchhike a lot as a teen, I noted that Big Mouths were favored by drunk drivers. Short trip? No problem. I never saw anyone down one in more than three gulps.

I'm going to wind up in a hole in the ground. I just know it.

The difference between bears and trees? You only hug a bear once.

I think he avoids the Cable Line Trail/Lycra crowd, so it's unlikely you'll ever run into him. No climbing requires no training. I run the West Tiger Trail, BTW; it's in much better shape.

Shake that thing in front of me again and I'll bite it.

Shut yer whine spouts and just be glad its not raining sulphuric acid, like it is on Venus.

Back when I was at Cal it was the Stanford Trees. Might have been unofficial, though. Go Bears.

Jeez-us, go get some sleep, why doncha? I was talking to my little boy bitch groupie. He's been pouting from lack of titty slapping.

I quit all that shit, too. Sleep disruption is perfectly normal, but, as Arch says, it should pass. Lay off the caffeine (duh). Stock up on pasta for dinner. High protein for breakfast and lunch, high carb for din din. Also, make sure you get your aerobic workouts in, including some that get you near your max heart rate. No cheating, fucker. Mainline on those endorphines. And speaking of such, masturbate as much as possible (once your last round of friction scabs have healed, of course). As you loose weight due to a lack of munchies and beer bongs and 20 to 30 sessions of violently choking your chicken per day, you bitch tits might even perk up a bit.

My darling, I know that, because, as we all know by now, I know everything. BUTT, many normal folks can at least greatly improve sleep by following this simple formula. Until one adopts a healthier lifestyle, it's hard to determine whether the problem is deeper than that. I slept like a baby last night. But I had a dream that I was piloting a light plane that clipped the envelope of a hot air balloon. I just quietly changed banked and pretended nothing had happened. Those poor bastards.

FW's interpretation of the Equal Protection Clause: "I only got half the jail time cuz I only murdered a kid." Now get back to sugar pushin, you little outta shape bitch.

Quit rec. drugs, especially booze, improve diet (high carb/low protein dinners especially), aerobic exercise, don't watch TV in bed, repeat.

Motherfuckin mojos n shit intoleratin da bitchez n teddies n bitchez in teddies n shit. Motherfuckin Belgians n shit overtoleratin this shit fum theze Smartcar burnin camelfuckin motherfuckers. Motherfuckin crackers puttin fuckin EuroWhitey down fo not keepin da mojoz down n shit. Fuck dat shit.

Yes. It's red. It has almost no atmosphere. The place is dead. The beer is one third normal gravity. The Europeans can't seem to figure out how to go there without fucking it up. There's practically no water but a helluva lot of canyons. It has two poles, but that's about it for dancing. And finally, no matter how long you rove around, you'll never find a decent cup of coffee.

Mickey Big Mouth: the only beer ever designed to pour past your tastebuds.