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The defender of Castle Frankenstein

By Michael J. Smith on Saturday April 4, 2009 12:25 AM

From Politico:

Inside Obama's bank CEOs meeting

Arrayed around a long mahogany table in the White House last week, the CEOs of the most powerful financial institutions in the world offered several explanations for paying high salaries.....

[Obama said] "The public isn’t buying that.”

“My administration,” the president added, “is the only thing between you and the pitchforks.”

Nice to see that Obie agrees with us here about his role.

Comments (8)


Michael, you are the best! Who else would have seen the double entendre in that? A new form of the "lesser evil" argument, too!


Yes! He's our Lesser Evil -- and theirs. They're our Greater Evil -- and theirs is us.

Yep, capital's javelin catcher.

Great catch, Mr. Smith!


But this is how the meeting really went:

Bankers troupe into Oval Office; President sitting behind his desk. "Hi guys" he says, "how ya doin?"

"Fine, son. Whatta you got for us?"

"Well, sir, I think you're gonna like it. Tim has worked it out so that . . ."

"Yeah, yeah, we know all that. What about the tax write-offs?"

"Oh, sir, don't worry about that -- you're free and clear for the next ten years!"

"And the airplanes?"

"No problem, sir. All taken care of!"

Yep, hce. Plus, the conclusion of the pitchfork comment could only have been one thing, right? "Let's agree no to talk about this again."

Van Mungo:

Because hce is so adept at imagining how conversations might continue, I offer him a counterexample, based on his own device:

"Michael, YOU ARE THE BEST! But you don't even know I exist! Sometimes I respond to your posts with the most abjectly obsequious flattery--the kind of stuff that would make most people cringe enough to stay their hand, but I just let it rip! And do you even give me the time of day? You never even call. What does that doddering old fraud Opie have that I don't have! I guess you're just one of those types who love guys who treat them like crap and call them by funny nicknames! But I'm the one who really cares! You big brute! I could just . . . ." (heaving sobs follow)


Van's imaginative projections remind me of Flaubert's comment: La Bovary, c'est moi.

Van Mungo:

So, MSJ, I guess you thought of this quotation because you think of yourself as Rodolphe to hce's Emma? Or you are Emma to Opie's Rodolphe? Do tell--I love lurid true confessions.

And, MSJ, your precious--if not always precocious--apercus on this blog remind me of the motive behind another famous quotation--Marx's, "I am not a Marxist."

Now--would you care to finally tell us whether you, the caped crusader against the malefactors of the political duopoly, have ever collected a signature to put a left alternative to the Democrats on the ballot? Even one signature going back to, say, 1980? That would make for an even more lurid true confession. DO TELL!

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