“Tim, could you get the door?” “Sure, honey… are we expecting company?” “Not that I know of…”in HPN Blog
As many as 1,000 surprise guests visited the Bethesda home of Treasury Secretary Timothy Geithner on Sunday around 5:00 PM. They sang, they prayed and they tried to deliver a letter to Mr. Geithner… but according to the Wall Street Journal’s story, no one answered the door.
The group was organized by National People’s Action, and they said that they went to the Geithner residence because they want Tim to launch an investigation into the causes of the 2008 financial crisis, impose a tax on profits from speculative trades, and roughly 60 people just wanted to use the family’s rest room after a long bus ride to Bethesda.
All we are saying’, is give fleece a chance…
Okay, so… Knock knock.
Robbin’ the middle class in America.
I already told you, I don’t know where the $16 trillion went.
I just wanted to thank the nice people at National People’s Action for going to Tim’s house Sunday, and not mine.
“Does that taste like actual dog poo to you?” ”Yep, ‘fraid so.”
”Oh God, what do we do? I think I’m going to heave.”
“Just spit it into the napkin, and look for a rear exit.”
“I told you we shouldn’t attend a Save Your Home America luncheon.”
“Yeah, well you’re the genius who said order the meatloaf.”
“Okay, now I’ll explain it one more time… You guys are down here. And see the bankers, why they’re way up here. And it’s true that the gap between here and here is getting larger, but that’s only because you guys down here aren’t excelling like the bankers are. You need to do better.”
Yeah, I’ve got a plan, and it’s an evil plan too, Bwhahahahahaha.”
“No, no, no… not me again. Pick Ben, pick Ben, pick Ben…”
“Look, I paid last time, now get that wallet out of your pocket and pick up a check for once in your life, or I swear, I’ll call a press conference and tell the reporters that I found the $9 trillion they’ve been asking about and you’ve got it.”
“Yeah, so what if I have had a couple of drinks. Go ahead, ask me again and see what I do…
TARP, TARP, BO-BARP, BANANA FANA FO FARP… FI MO MARP, TARP.
See, I’ll be sober in the morning, but you’ll still be stupid.”
“Okay, now here’s where I show you how well the economy is performing with hand gestures, while I make Vrooomm sounds with my mouth. Last time I did this the market opened up almost 100 points so you guys might want to open your E-trade Apps.”