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Geithner Fit the Battle
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The collapse of the economy, version 4.0 - or have I lost count? - cost us $11 trillion or $17 trillion - what's $6 trill between victims? Those who dunnit ain't in jail. They're busy in the White House. Harsh? Take a look.
folk political satire
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Songs to afflict those who make everyone else uncomfortable.
Dave Lippman travels the world taking the air out of the windbags of the week, de-distorting history, and rewriting the classics with parody and thrust. He also presents the world's only known singing CEO, the Bard of the Bankers, Wild Bill Bailout, who employs anti-folk songs and interventionary anthems to explain (and enforce) that the business of America is none of your business, that those too big to fail are also too big for jail, and that the jobless and foreclosed must bail out their own boats.
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Podcasts • Comedy - Political Humor
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Peak #46
Peak in subgenre #6
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Dave Lippman
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November 12, 2010
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MP3 4.6 MB • 128 kbps • 5:03
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When citizens default, I triple-lock my vault But some of my homies are too big to fail Supersize their bonus, on the poor I'll put the onus Anything to keep my broker's ass out of that jail Unprecedented failure of our national securities We must discover who could be to blame Could be Osama, Obama, or your mama Heads we win, tails you lose Main Street's cool but Wall Street rules Won't you purchase our paper? Please do, I insist! If you don't like it buddy, hey, default swap this Paulson fit the market for Goldman-Sachs And Wall Street's tumblin down If there's no remaining capital what happens to our ism I never ever thought I'd see the day When government has a role to play But it's true we're all set We can wash away the debt And profit if not learn from our collapse I love shooting craps Housing bubbles , Don't you whine Makes me happy, Like a land mine Lehman was lynched Merilly in the oh so Stern bear market Bail out the banks and offer thanks, don't grouse The economy's just lost one half it's worth You've only lost your house Profit's all gone It was the era of the get now it's time for socialism of the debt As for the paradox of deleveraging Which leads to alcoholic beveraging The way to explain it, explain it to you nice is That the selling of trash drives down prices We want a clean plan, not just a mean plan Why penalize the poor Rich people who have lost more than you mortgage moochers ever could have It's not like the sky is falling Though it's true your roof is gone All is not lost but as it says in the sonnet doggone it, we're working on it There's no shortage of reportage on our mortgage meltdown so Why not keep the next phase of the bailout on the down low You'd never miss a million and you cannot spell quazillion So why not leave it up to those who caused it, those who lost it, Those who reverse santa claus'd it Who believe in the American Dream Especially the part about the Ponzi Scheme A nation of whiners gets no golden parachute When we're through you will be lucky if you've got a birthday suit If we knew in advance what we were doing it would be called mergers and precognitions But we didn't and we don't so it's mergers and demolitions depositions, inquisitions, extraditions So what if we were all in a hypnotic trance From which we awoke with the collapse of the tallest towers of finance Rome wasn't bilked in a day I know I drove this country into a train wreck But I feel a sudden need for a a blank check Please won't you buy my.........dreck Have no fear We won't let it happen again This year
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