Deadpool adjusts the two KATANAS strapped to his back. Tries futilely to untwist the seatbelt, then LUNGES forward, locking it up.
DEADPOOL Like two hobos making love under a drizzle of Limburger- I could go all day like this. Deadpool chucks the bag of Corn Nuts into the back seat and pulls out his PISTOLS. Suddenly, he frantically pats himself down, like a Hollywood agent who can't find his phone.
I usually leave them right by the door so I'll trip over them!
As it were, all credit these days looks shopworn and threadbare, as if the capital markets had by stealth turned into a swap meet of previously-owned optimism.
Who believes in anything these days besides the allure of fraud?
Is there anyone who thinks the Presidential election campaign is not completely deranged?
Well, it is the analog for America’s deranged financial polity. Trump necessarily reflects the just grievances of the great public wad, but has anyone noticed that he is incapable of stringing together two coherent thoughts?America needs a vision of something other than itself as a permanent demolition derby, which, by the way, will not be “solved” by pushing everyone into a Tesla instead of a Ford F-150. His novels include World Made By Hand, The Witch of Hebron, Maggie Darling — A Modern Romance, The Halloween Ball, an Embarrassment of Riches, and many others.It’s not just the Federal Reserve; everything around us is backed into a corner. He has published three novellas with Water Street Press: Manhattan Gothic, A Christmas Orphan, and The Flight of Mehetabel.I suppose one thought at a time — or maybe a percentage of one thought — is enough to satisfy the sputtering masses, faced as they are by the arrant theft of both their patrimony and their future.But it adds up to something like flying blind through a shitstorm with your pilot in the throes of cerebral infarction. Then there’s the giant flying reptile known simply as Hillary.Capital is supposedly plentiful these days — look how much has rushed into the dollar from the nervous former go-go nations with their wobbling ziggurats of bad loans and surfeit of production capacity — but what actually constitutes that capital?